by Keta Kendric
“It’s a birth control device,” she said, glancing down at the spot I’d pointed out.
“That’s good. Smart. That way, if one of us raped you, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”
Her lids lifted to me, but she didn’t comment. I sat there and stared at her for a solid minute, trying to fill in the blanks of what she wasn’t telling me. My unflinching gaze finally made her fidget, and I don’t think it was because she was scared. She picked at the food left on her plate, avoiding my eyes.
She was hiding something, and I wanted to know what it was. I wasn’t going to stop until I figured her out. She was on my radar now, and I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing for Megan.
Unable to take my staring, she stood, gathered the rest of the dishes, and proceeded to wash them by hand despite my dishwasher. I remained at the table with a smile spread across my face. My beast was stirring, and he wanted to devour Megan in every way imaginable.
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The light drum of my fingers against the table sounded as I scrutinized Megan and half listened to the music spilling from her phone. She’d finished the dishes, but to avoid me, she’d started wiping the countertop down, rubbing so hard she was about to take chunks of the granite with each swipe.
Standing, I intended to leave. All I had to do was step away from the table and head towards the living room, but her presence had drawn me in and kept me from leaving. I crept up behind Megan and invaded her personal space as she continued to pour her anxious energy into that countertop.
Her hand stopped moving the moment she realized I was close. She didn’t turn in my direction when I placed my hands on the counter on either side of her warm body and locked her in place. My nose sat above her curly ponytail, and I sniffed loud enough for the sound of my deep inhale to carry.
My nostrils flared, taking in the soft fruity scent she emitted. Her hair smelled of freshly plucked peaches. I dipped my nose closer to her neck and found that her skin smelled of chocolate covered strawberries. The soft, flowing scents mingled as they invaded my senses and caused me to close my eyes to savor them longer and deeper.
Her accelerated breathing over the low tunes I’d left playing on her phone in the background heightened my arousal. I inched closer and didn’t stop until my hard dick was pressed into the soft curve of her ass. She gasped at my invasion but didn’t push me away.
My body sank into her soft flowing curves. With my chest pressed into her heaving body, I placed my lips to her ear. “You’re out here in the middle of the woods alone with me. There is no one that can help you for miles around. No one can hear you if you scream. What would you do if I fucked you right now?”
Her breathing kicked up a notch, and I liked it. No, I loved it. The pulse in her neck jumped, straining to keep her heart from exploding, and I didn’t know if it was fear or arousal that caused her to react this way.
Her body heaved up and down against mine. Breath after noisy breath brought a spark of life to my kitchen that the music couldn’t, but she didn’t say a word. The movement of her body, however involuntary, made my dick harder, so hard, in fact, it was starting to ache. My lips brushed the tip of her earlobe, causing her to shiver as I sent more hot words into her ear.
“What would you do, Megan? Because I’m not going to lie to you. I want to fuck you right now.”
She turned her body around, rubbing her warmth against mine. The tremble in her limbs revealed that I was scaring the shit out of her. Despite her obvious fright, she managed to look up at me. Her words were low and shaky, but she had the courage to speak them.
“There’s not a thing I could do. It doesn’t matter that no one can hear me because no one around here would help me even if they did hear me screaming.”
My hands had grown heavy with an ache I’d never felt in them before. I peeled them from the counter, fighting not to do what I knew I shouldn’t—touch her. If I touched her right now, there was no telling what kind of rules I was subject to break.
The ache in my palms started to spread. Before I tore my hand away from her, like I’d intended to, it raked up her side until my thumb passed across the hard tip of her nipple. The action made her breath hitch. Her eyes fluttered closed, but she recovered quickly and returned her gaze to mine.
She was afraid of me, but at the same time, my touch turned her on. I could tell by the way her lips fell apart and how hard her nipples were, as I continued to pass my thumb across one.
Megan was giving it a good effort, but she couldn’t hide the flaming heat blazing in her gaze or the lust that hung heavily in her eyes.
Seeing her react this way to my touch heightened my arousal and reminded me that I hadn’t been with a woman in a lot of fucking months. The realization made my breathing kick up a few notches, and noticing how turned on Megan was didn’t help my dilemma.
I could no longer fight it. I was about to lose it. I was about to lose control of my actions. One second I was testing her to see if it was lust or fear she was hiding. The next second I’d lifted her onto the counter top and pulled her roughly into me, spreading her legs around me. She dropped her gaze and heaved deep breaths as her arms were forced to rest at my sides.
One of my hands gripped her ass, holding her against me while the other one roamed her body taking liberties I didn’t have permission to take. One of her hands started to rise. It sat shaking against my abs as if she were unsure of what to do with it.
Her other hand had a tight grip of my shirt on the opposite side. She was displaying the same behavior I’d seen that caused me to act this way in the first place. On one hand, she was terrified while on the other hand, she’d taken a hold of me.
I pressed my bearded cheek against hers, enjoying her soft warmth as it radiated into me. My lust-filled whispers kissed her ear.
“I want to fuck you, Megan. I want to fuck you so fucking bad that I can hardly stand it. Fuck, you’re killing me.”
My lust had turned me into a raging monster I’d lost control of. But, I had to regain control and calm myself because Megan obviously had no idea what she was doing to me. She was so afraid but so turned on at the same time. I needed to pull it together or I was going to lose it. Plus…rubbers.
I’d never had a woman in my house, so I was sure I didn’t have any fucking rubbers. The fact that Megan had made no attempt to fight me or push me away made me linger.
“Can I fuck you with no condom, Megan?”
This question got her attention, and for the first time, she eased her head away from mine before she scooted away from me. She’d released my shirt, and her trembling fingers were no long massaging my abs. Her gaze captured mine.
“I hope that you won’t, but there is not much I can do about it if you force it.”
The word force dialed down my intensity. She may as well have poured a bucket of ice over my head. I’d never had to force myself on any woman. Most, freely offered me their pussy.
“I don’t have anything,” I informed her; unsure of why I felt the need to tell her that.
Megan had me talking crazy and ready to do crazy shit. At twenty-seven, Megan had me ready to break a major rule I’d set for myself and had followed emphatically over the years. The last time I’d fucked with no condom on, I was a loose-dick eighteen-year-old boy who battled a constant pussy-drought as I searched desperately for a sliver of wetness in a sea of stingy teen girls.
“How do you know that I don’t have anything?” she asked, her voice low but serious.
“Megan, I believed you when you said you’d become a recluse. I’m willing to bet you haven’t had sex since your husband was killed. Your pussy is probably tighter than a virgin bride and wetter than a fucking dripping faucet.”
She dropped her head further, a tell-tale sign that I’d likely hit the nail on the head. I wasn’t going to fuck her without a condom, but I’d be damned if it wasn’t taking every ounce of my willpower to leave her alone. My dick was as hard as a steel support b
eam, but I managed to back away with a loud groan.
After placing Megan’s feet back on the floor, I turned away from her quickly. It had barely been forty-eight hours, and I’d almost done the one thing my father had ordered me not to do. I swiped at the beads of sweat that had gathered at my hairline and forced myself to get as far away from Megan’s tempting ass as I could get.
I didn’t need to store up any firewood or chop it. I’d used my fireplace twice in three years, but I was about to go and pick up an ax and start chopping down some fucking trees. I’d never reacted to a woman like that. I needed to expend some of this built-up energy. The way I was feeling, those fucking woods were about to catch hell.
Chapter 11
Aaron - Day 19
The next day went by in a blur. My job, which was twenty-five miles away from my house, had thankfully kept me away from Megan, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck her. By nightfall, I’d become a crazed monster again, even crazier than I already was.
We sat at my table, eating quietly. She’d avoided me most of the evening, but while sitting in front of me with my eyes locked on her, she couldn’t avoid my predatory gaze any longer. I’d barely touched my food. I’d watch her stare up at me and try to pretend like our sexual chemistry wasn’t burning my damn house down to the ground.
I couldn’t for the life of me keep my fucking eyes off her. The only sounds in the room came from our silverware clinking and her phone spilling a musical mix into the atmosphere. She’d made meatloaf, which was good, but my desire for her overwhelmed my ability to enjoy the meal.
I tried. I promise, I fucking tried, but I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.
I released a loud growl that frightened Megan to the point that she placed her hand over her heart and stared at me like I’d lost my damn mind. I stood over her, and like a fucking madman, brushed our unfinished meals out of the way.
My glare remained locked on her as she watched the table’s contents hit the floor, clinking and shattering. I reached into my back pocket and came out with a sleeve of condoms and slapped them on top of the table where her plate used to be.
Megan stared up at me. Those big flirty eyes of hers were wide and her body frozen. I didn’t know if she was frozen in fear or lust at this point. Hell, I didn’t give a flying fuck. She’d masterfully seduced me whether she’d meant to or not.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore, Megan. Can I fuck you or what?”
She stared at me, motionless and stunned. One of her hands cupped her open mouth. The other remained over her heaving chest. She glanced around at the mess I’d made of our dinner before her gaze landed back on mine.
At this point, I was so fucking hot and bothered, my left eye was twitching. It usually only got this way when I was extremely pissed, ready to kick someone’s ass, or right before I murdered someone.
In this case, it had started to twitch because I hadn’t fucked a woman in four damn months, and being around Megan had lit an inferno within me. I might have been an asshole biker, but even I had standards. I didn’t touch any of the women in my neck of the woods with a fucking ten-foot pole.
I’d heard the whispers about what they said about me behind my back. “Aaron acts like he’s too good for any of the women in Copper County. We ain’t good enough for him.”
Fucking right! I’d rather beat my shit off than stick it in any of that nasty trash that hung around, throwing their pussy at anything with a swinging dick.
Megan was different. I’d noticed it the moment I saw her. She was one of those good girls who could be swayed to do some bad shit if she met the right man. And the right one was me.
Megan hadn’t answered my question, but despite how crazy she was causing me to act, I’d had enough of my senses left to ask for permission first.
“Megan!”
My shout caused her to jump and bump the table.
She was taking too damn long to answer me, but I couldn’t force myself on her. I wouldn’t. It was the one line I refused to cross although she had me acting like a ferocious animal because I wanted her so fucking bad. I was sure I hadn’t misread that she wanted me yesterday when I’d pinned her on the countertop.
“Megan, I’m waiting for an answer.”
She shook her head and, “Yes,” finally tumbled softly from her lips.
That was all I needed to know. I’d intended to take her on the table, but that wasn’t going to be good enough. If she was half as good as I suspected, I was going to need my bed because I didn’t intend to stop fucking her until she or I or the both of us ended up passed the fuck out.
After slapping my hand on the package of condoms, I gripped Megan’s wrist and yanked her from her seat. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d snatched her up, and my other hand was under her thigh, lifting her. I slung her clean across my shoulder and carried her caveman style up the back stairs with swift purpose.
Everything seemed to be in my fucking way. I bumped the small table in the hallway that led to my bedroom and the lamp that sat on top of it fell sideways and landed against the wall. It didn’t fall to the floor, but it sat there leaning against the wall.
My shoulder brushed the large painting that hung on the hallway wall, and it slipped off one of the hooks and clung to the wall, barely hanging on to the last hook. All the while, Megan’s warm, soft body rested over my shoulder, her heavy breaths mixed with my hasty steps as I marched us closer to my destination.
I tore through my bedroom door, making it collide into the wall with a loud thud before it swung back our way. I tapped it open with the toe of my boot to keep it out of my way and didn’t bother to close it as I moved closer to my bed.
Megan hung draped over my shoulder like a human scarf. I liked that she didn’t complain, or fight, or try to wiggle free. It was more of the confirmation I needed that she was on board with what was about to happen. That tempting round ass of hers that I’d been eyeballing since day one was right next to my mouth.
Unable to resist the temptation, I turned my head and clinched a good chunk of it between my teeth. The small yelp Megan released after I bit her on the ass made me grin before I slung her onto my bed. The condoms landed next to her, and I was unable to stop my eager hands from skimming over her chest.
“Do you need to piss?”
She shook her head no. Those fucking seductive eyes glanced up at me, and the fact that she was in my bed made sweat pool on my top lip.
I walked into my bathroom, figuring I’d better take a piss now before we got started. After washing my hands, I splashed cold water on my face. My skin was hot like I’d caught a lust fever. I’d never been like this before—ravenous and cagey like a fucking feral animal. I needed to calm down. I’d likely already scared Megan half to death. The last thing I wanted was for her to change her shaky yes into a firm no.
A little less crazed, I walked back into my room. The creaking bed made the only noise when I sat next to Megan. She’d had her eyes on mine the entire time. I sat so close to her on the bed that she had to place her hand on my thigh to stay upright.
And just like that, when her small warm hand gripped my thigh, my dick jumped, craving some of the action. I was doing the best that I could with what little control I had left. I was doing my best to not act like a sex-deprived crazy man.
“You want me to take off your clothes?” I asked, attempting to sound normal, but my breathy words sounded strained and forced.
At those words, Megan started the process of pulling off her top layers at a lingering pace like she was still unsure. I was not the least bit timid or shy or reluctant. I threw my shirt over my head in one smooth, quick motion while kicking off my boots. I dropped my pants and shoved them and my boxers down faster than you could hit a lick at a snake.
When I stood, bare-ass naked in front of her, Megan’s gaze landed on my dick and remained there a long time. I didn’t move. I wanted her to get a good look at what I was about to hit her with. She needed to know what
she’d said yes to. When she finally started moving again, I stood, staring at her revealing to me the beautiful body she’d kept hidden under those sweats. My hands ached to caress that silky brown skin and those lush curves of hers. Instead of skin and bones, she had a body a man could stroke, squeeze, and spank.
She stared up at me as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Was she going that damn slowly on purpose? The smiling glint in her seductive eyes made me believe so.
After roving over my body, her gaze landed on my dick again. She swallowed as her posture tensed and her gaze remained on my dick while she slid her pants over her ankles.
I knew why she was tense. About ten inches of thick dick was why. Some women told me they didn’t want to deal with that thing. They said they didn’t want me to stretch them and ruin them for other men.
Frankly, I didn’t know what the fuck they were afraid of. Everything I’d ever learned about pussy said it could take a good pounding and bounce back to normal afterwards.
Megan didn’t need to worry her pretty little head because I was going to make sure I took good care of her.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you,” I reassured her when reluctance seemed like it had crept into her head.
My words eased a little of her tension. I reached for her hand, and when she took mine, I tugged her up to stand so I could help her out of her last few stitches of clothes.
Her purple bra was loose but remained clinging to her chest. Those purple panties played up her bronzed skin tone, making me appreciate the beauty of it even more. I was starting to think that perhaps purple was her favorite color. It damn sure was mine when it was on her.
After pulling her in closer, I placed one of her hands on my side and the other on my hard dick. It pleased me to see I didn’t have to give her blow-by-blow instructions. Delicate fingers stroked my dick from the base to the tip, as her gaze finally rose to meet mine again.
