by Alice Cooper
She chanted it over in her head. Finally, she whirled around and opened the door. And there he stood with the red roses. “I just want to slide in the depths of…”
“Shut up,” she muttered as she reached out, grabbed his shirt, and dragged him in. “You are relentless. You are irritating. You have completely fucked my day, and if you don’t fuck me senseless right now, I swear I might castrate you.”
He dropped the roses, bent her backwards, and ravaged her lips. She finally slid her fingers in his hair and entangled them as she struggled to hold on. Already, her senses were spiraling out of control. She opened her mouth, and as his tongue slid in, she was lost.
Finally, he pulled her back. “My name is Maxwell Torrents,” he whispered.
“I know,” she said as she tried to pull him closer.
“You belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said as pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her fingers over his muscles. A small sound of appreciation escaped her, and she lightly stroked him with her nails. He grunted.
He ran his hands over her body, and she sighed. “More. I want more.”
“You’ll belong to me tonight,” he whispered.
“All night,” she agreed. “Please,” she moaned is desperation. “Please, touch me.”
He shuddered. “My pleasure,” he said as he tugged at her shirt. Up and over. Out of habit, she crossed her arms over herself, and he frowned and pried her arms away. “No. I want to see.”
Max immediately tugged at her pants, and when she stood only in her bra and panties, he stood back. She swallowed hard as he looked it over. She’d always been a bigger girl, and she was used to being naked under the cover of darkness.
He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. As his eyes traveled down her body, she saw his eyes flash even more amber, and he growled. “Perfect.” She shrieked when he lunged at her, and they both fell to the floor.
She grappled with his pants. She needed to hold him, but he wrenched out of her touch. “I won’t last,” he panted. “And God, I need to see you come.”
He rolled over on his back and pulled her on top of him. Straddling him, she settled just below the bulge of his pants, and she rubbed herself on him. The thin material of her panties did nothing to keep the sizzling contact from sending shivers all over her body.
“Lean back,” he whispered, and she did as she was told, resting on her arms on either side of his legs. “Close your eyes.”
She dropped her head back, and he began stroking her through her panties. Her jaw slackened as he made slow circles with the tips of his fingers around the whole area. Every now and then, he would slip a finger over her clit, and she would moan.
He was driving her crazy. “Max,” she muttered. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day with those damn flowers. Just touch me like I need to be touched. Please.”
She heard him chuckle, and he tugged the fabric aside and slipped one finger in. “So wet. So tight,” he muttered.
“It’s been awhile,” she panted as that long finger scraped over that sensitive spot inside her.
“God. I don’t think an hour could go by without me touching you,” he said as he slid a second finger in her.
“Oh,” she cried out. He sensed what made her quiver, and as his two fingers stroked inside her, his thumb nail scraped across her clit.
She bucked her hips as the tension built. His fingers slid in and out, and his thumb slid side to side, and all the torment that he’d put her through that day peaked inside her. When she broke, her mouth opened in a silent scream and she convulsed.
He slid his hands out, and he lifted himself to pull her forward. She wanted to drop forward and rest for a moment, but he repositioned himself so that he was sitting, and as she straddled him, she sat fully on him, and she couldn’t help but rub herself on him.
“Cassie,” he said through clenched teeth as he grabbed her hips. “Hand on, baby.”
“I don’t want to,” she murmured.
“Christ,” he hissed. “Baby. Give me a minute.”
“Why?” she searched his face and saw the strain. She was driving him wild, and she loved it.
“Because I want to talk to you.”
She snorted. “If you wanted to talk, you shouldn’t have tormented me all day.”
He was stronger than her, and although she tried to wiggle, he had her anchored down. As he captured her lips again, she felt herself relax. “Baby,” he said against her lips. “I can feel you. As soon as I entered the room last night, I could feel you. You are meant for me. I need you to understand that.”
Cassie knew his words were true, but she realized she didn’t even know why she was fighting it anymore. “I can feel you too,” she admitted softly.
He cupped her chin. “Why did you run? Are you afraid of me?”
“Not you. I’m afraid of me.” She sighed. “I’ve been independent so long that I don’t think I know how to be with anyone else. Men in the past have only hurt me, and I don’t even know you. I’m afraid of being in love. I’m afraid of being chosen for someone. I’m afraid that I’m too cynical to make it work.”
He smiled and stroked her cheek. “I may call you mine, but I’m willing to give you time. You don’t have to give yourself to me fully.” He swallowed hard. “And if this is too quick for you, I can leave. We can start with dinner.”
Dinner? She threw back her head and laughed. “Dinner is definitely in order. I do want to get to know you more, and this is a little too quick, but it seems right. It seems like this is how it’s meant to be.” With his hands busy, she had more control over her lower body, and she took the opportunity to rock her hips. He hissed sharply. “And you owe me.”
His hands dropped from her face, but rather than stopping her, he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the material of her bra. “I’ve been picturing these swinging over me as you ride me,” he said in a thick voice. She leaned back and he nuzzled her cleavage. “Tell me what you like. Do you want me to touch them? Lick them? Nibble on them?”
She tensed as he unsnapped her bra and supported her as he slowly slid it down her arms. Free, they sung low, and he moaned as he cupped on in his hands. He stroked a thump over one nipple, and she gasped as it immediately tightened.
A slow smile curved across his face. “You like that, don’t you?”
Her nipples had always been sensitive, and most men just pinched at them roughly. But Max was taking his time. He teased them until they were tight points, and then he leaned down and ran a wet tongue across them. Warmth spread through her, and she moaned.
“You like that too, don’t you baby?” he whispered as he did it again.
She nodded her head, but he wasn’t looking. He swirled his tongue over, loving her, worshipping her, and she knew he could feel her wetness below. He raked his teeth lightly over her, and she cried out.
“Damn Cassie,” he murmured. “I bet I could make you come just from this.”
She had no doubt that he could, but she wasn’t patient enough to find out. She pushed him down and slid her hips over him. “Enough. You still have entirely too many clothes on.”
He pushed his hips up and ground himself against her. “Feel free to rectify the situation,” he said with a smirk.
Cassie leaned over and pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth. “I think I’ll do just that,” she whispered, and she slid down his body.
Max felt the tug of his pants, and he cocked his head forward to watch. She made eye contact, and she stared at him while she slowly slipped the button out of its loop. There was something so erotic about that half smile on her face, but then she dipped her head.
God was she? Yes. She lowered the zipper of her pants with her teeth, and he inhaled sharply as her nose brushed along his boxers.
“Damn,” he whispered.
He watched as she wiggled her ass in the ai
r, and when the zipper was down, she looked up and grin. “Liked that, didn’t you?” she said mockingly. He lifted his hips, and she slid his pants down the rest of the way. Before he could react, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slid those down to. He sprung up, rock hard and in desperate need of attention.
She wasted no time.
As she crawled back up to him, she ran her hands on the inner parts of his thighs and slid her tongue up his base. His hips jumped involuntarily, and his breath escaped him. Christ. His body was on edge from the way he’d teased her, and if he didn’t stop her, it would be over before it began.
“Cassie,” he moaned as she wrapped her lips around him and slid down. He was big, and most women had to stop halfway down, but Cassie was something special. He cried out as he felt her throat muscles relax, and she practically slid all the way down. He hit the back of her throat and moaned. “Fuck, baby, you’ve got to stop,” he panted.
He wrapped his hands in her dark hair as she pulled back up, and while he meant to force her off his cock, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips just a few times. She moaned, and it was nearly his undoing.
The woman clearly loved to suck cock.
Gritting his teeth, he managed to regain his senses and tug on her air until he fell out of her mouth. Before she could saw anything, he hauled her up and flipped her over. “Keep pulling tricks like that out of your hat, and it’s going to be over before you know it,” he grunted.
He pushed at the under side of her knees while he settled in between her legs, and she grinned, straightened, her legs and pulled them all the way up.
Flexible. Max moaned. The damn woman was flexible. He was going to lose all control.
He slid a finger inside her, pulled it out, and tasted her. Her mouth dropped open as she watched him slide the finger inside his mouth. “Sweet,” he muttered. Wanting more, he dropped down and slowly licked her slip.
“Max,” she cried out. “I thought you were going to…” her voice trailed off as he circled his tongue around her clit.
“All in good time,” he murmured. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for a lifetime for this, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to do everything I dreamed about last night.”
“What…” she moaned as he buried his tongue inside her. God, he loved the way her legs were shaking. “What else did you dream about?”
He smiled. He’d dreamed about having her straddling him and riding. He dreamed about having her bent over a kitchen table. He’d dreamed about tying her to the bed and blindfolding her, and, just now, he was picturing how she’d look under the flow of the showerhead as he pressed her up against the shower and made her scream.
“We’ll get to that,” he promised as he went back to loving her.
She panted and moaned, and when he added a couple of fingers, she stopped breathing altogether. When he finally stopped teasing her and started running his tongue over her with determination, she squeezed his head between her legs and squealed as the orgasm rocked through her.
God, he couldn’t take anymore. She barely opened her eyes when he was nudging at her entrance with her erection. “I wanted to give you more time,” he muttered as he tried to still himself. “I should give you more time.”
She planted her feet on the floor and lifted her hips to take more of him in, and as he slid the first few inches in her warmth, he couldn’t control himself anymore. With a shout, he drove himself home.
Cassie arched her back as he stretched her. “Yes,” she hissed. “God, yes.” He leaned over her and pumped his hips just a little, and her eyes widened. “There’s more?”
He laughed shortly. “Yes, but I won’t give you more than you can take,” he muttered. She could see the veins in his neck strain as he tried to control himself.
She drew her legs up, and he settled even deeper. “More,” she said hungrily. “I want more.”
He moaned and slid just a little more in. Her eyes popped open as she tried to adjust herself. She’d never had anyone reach that deeply, and she’d never imagined that it could feel like that. He satisfied a deep ache that she didn’t even know existed. The more he threatened the scratch, he more she itched. “Fuck,” she whimpered. “Can you give me more?”
He closed his eyes and finally sank all the way in. She immediately scissored her legs around him. “Don’t move,” she ordered. She wiggled her hips around in delight. “Max. That’s so good. Right there. That’s my new spot. That’s it.”
He grunted. “Cassie, I love that you want to play, but I’m about to lose my mind here.”
She licked her lips in anticipation. With a wicked grin, she managed to pulse her muscles around him, and he lost it. At the first full thrust of his hips, she knew that playtime was over.
He slid all the way in and hit that spot that made her toes curls. Slow at first, and then faster, and soon she was digging her nails into him. As pleasure coursed through her in waves, she could barely hang on.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out. She knocked her head on the floor and tried to keep up. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Balancing himself on his arms, he pumped faster, and she moaned. “Oh God. I think I’m going to die.”
“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
She locked eyes with him, and as he buried himself in her, she could take no more. “Max,” she panted. “Max. MAX!” She convulsed around him and gripped his hips.
He dropped to rest his forehead on hers. “Mine,” he roared, and slid in as far as he could go before he emptied himself inside her. For just a moment, she saw the lion come out and join them.
She dropped her legs, limp, and he rolled them over so she could rest on him.
“Can’t do anymore,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “I’d need a few minutes anyways.” He paused. “I own a woodworking business. I make furniture and cabinets and such.”
She stilled. She usually hated when the guy got personal afterwards, but she knew that fighting it was futile. He tensed under her, waiting for her response. Even if she wanted to get up and walk away, her legs wouldn’t let her.
“I’m a reporter. But I guess you already knew that,” she muttered as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. He relaxed.
“I still have both my parents. I have three sisters, and I’m the alpha of the local pride.”
She propped her head on his shoulder and shuddered as he stroked a finger down her back. How was it that she was still responding to him? “I have an overbearing mother and no siblings.”
“My favorite color is blue, I like classical music, and I try to spend as much time outdoor as possible.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Black. Hard rock. And I’m a big fan of central heating and air conditioning.”
“Action movies, football, and red meat.”
She smiled. “Action movies, football, and red meat,” she echoed.
“At least three kids.”
She bit her lip. “In the future?”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
She wiggled on top of him. “Practice first, and then I think three kids might be in your future.”
“And a wedding. I’m a traditional man.”
She raised her eyebrows. This was getting serious quick, but what did she expect? There was no skirting around the truth. She belonged to him. And he belonged to her.”
“Fall. I like the colors better,” she said with a smile.
He laughed and reached up to kiss her. “Mine,” he said aggressively.
“Mine,” she countered and wiggled her hips.
“God,” he moaned. “You’re going to drive me insane for the rest of my life, aren’t you?”
She was delighted to find that he was already hard again, and she slid her hips over him, inch by inch. “That’s my plan,” she agreed.
It was slow and unhurried, and as he did things to her body that she never thought possible, she realized that some thi
ngs really were meant to be. She had no doubt that he would love and treasure her for the rest of her life.
And she would do the same to him. “Cassie Torrents,” she whispered out loud.
His eyes widened, and as he gripped her hips, their lovemaking was no longer slow. As he pounded her, she gasped. “Like that, don’t you,” she managed just before she lost all capability to form words.
And for the fourth time in just a few hours, he made her fall apart.
And he was there to catch her.
THE END
BARBARIAN LUSTY LOVE
Chapter 1
I spent my entire life pleasing only myself. Admittedly, I have been selfish. But the truth is, I was actually scared. Scared of building myself up onto a pedestal only to secure my own demise. I always found it much easier to maintain low standards. It is hard for people to expect much from you when all you have ever done is glide. That way, no one gets hurt.
As of today, I wish I had done more.
The call came in late last night minutes after escaping the pursed lips of a drunken German. Granted, he was compelling and intelligent. His square jawline, blonde hair, and blue eyes immediately captured my attention. I let him smile at me, which apparently was a global stamp of approval allowing him to break the communication barrier.
“Hallo liebling.”
I jolted as his hand found the small of my back.
“Sorry, English. No German.” I lied, turning back to my drink.
I heard this term of endearment more times than I could count since I landed in Hamburg last week. My own blonde hair and blue eyes screamed Fräulein and apparently I had a sign on my forehead that read Single. But I wasn’t interested in the mindless bar-conversation that tended to lead to one thing: the bedroom.
“Felix.” He ignored and offered me his cold, clammy hand.
Uneasily I shook it using only my fingertips. “Pleasure.” I turned away.
“You haven’t told me your name yet.” His accent was rich and heavy.
“I hoped you didn’t speak English.” I blurted seeing no reason to string him along.
