His hands ran up from her hips to her breasts caressing the bare skin, feeling its silky smoothness with awe. He couldn’t seem to get enough, his hands finally settling on her hips as he guided her back onto the bed, his body following hers down onto the soft mattress, his mouth never leaving hers. She arched off the bed towards him and he growled in pleasure as her silky skin slid along his.
Iron pulled back, nipping her lips as he kissed along her jaw and down over her neck, seeking the hard peaks his hands were already busy freeing from the prison of her bra. The front clasp snapped open spilling the heavy weight into his hands and he realized they were larger than he remembered. It made sense, she wasn’t as thin as she’d been when she was eighteen. She was no longer a girl but a woman and that was evident in the way her body curved. Iron found that he liked it, even as it made him angrier with her because he hadn’t been there to see it happen like he should have been.
His mouth covered her breast sucking it hard as he rolled his tongue over the tip, hearing her breathless gasp and feeling her fingers digging into his shoulders where she held him to her. His body wasn’t the same now either and he knew she would have to relearn him as well. His shoulders had broadened and he worked out so his muscles were bigger and even though he’d been twenty when he left, he had somehow grown an inch or two.
Roz was falling into heaven and she didn’t know how to stop the mad spiral of lust that held her tightly in its grip. She felt her heart picking up and her body was liquid. Iron’s hands on her body after so long were like giving an addict a fix. It rushed through her with the power of a freight train, taking her over and filling her head with passions she had never felt with another man.
Roz was trying to stop her headlong rush into this sexual relationship with Iron, a man she barely knew despite their connection. She shouldn’t have said yes but she couldn’t seem to separate herself from the desire that still burned inside her for him. It had never faded no matter how many years passed and was the reason she had never been able to give herself to another man.
Feeling his mouth sucking on the hard tips of her breast, she couldn’t help the passionate gasp that left her or the way her body sought contact with his by arching off the bed. She needed him and she couldn’t deny that she was burning up inside to feel him inside her again.
She needed this.
Even if it was only for one night and he never wanted her again, she needed to feel his caresses again.
Roz gave herself up to the moment, the tattoo that had so fascinated her when he took off his shirt taking up space in her mind even as her desire poured through her like a fine wine. The ink was a masterpiece and she wondered what it meant to him because the way he’d stopped her hand from touching it at first told her more than he had likely intended. He didn’t like for anyone to touch that tattoo, which meant it was important to him and she wondered if it was for another woman. That thought sent a spike of painful anger through her because she didn’t want it to be about anyone else but the butterfly, despite its jagged edges, held a feminine edge.
His mouth moved to her other breast, kissing between them till he took the other tip into his mouth, and fire burned through her flinging her thoughts of the tattoo and the woman it might represent away from her mind as she moaned and clung to him. Iron pressed down into her, his hard member separated from her by only her lacy underwear and his boxers.
She trembled when he scraped his teeth against her wanting more, so very much more. She pressed her head back into the pillows moaning, her hand slipping to the back of his head and holding him to her, feeling the slight roughness of his hair against her palm.
Iron pulled back looking down at her, growling, “ I need to be inside you, baby.”
Putting his words into action, he rolled to the side and stripped off his boxers. A glimpse of silver drew her eyes to his cock where they stayed as she stared at the thick hardness in shock.
What the hell was that?
Iron was moving to roll back over her but she stopped him with a hard shove. He looked confused as he stared at her panting slightly, his thick cock red and swollen, a bit of pre-come sliding from the tip as she watched. Only that wasn’t what was holding her attention fixed to the hardness he displayed. No, the silver piercing was what made her pause. That wasn’t going to work. He would have to remove whatever that was because she didn’t imagine it would feel good.
“Umm, what is that?” she asked, still staring at his cock.
Iron looked down in confusion until he seemed to realize what she was talking about and chuckled a little. His hand moved down to cup himself as he pointed to it.
“You mean my apadravya?” he asked, grinning at her as he showed her the way it went from just beneath the tip through his cock and out the other side, tipped with a metal ball on each side.
“Yeah, I mean that,” Roz said, a little shell-shocked.
Why would he do that? It must have hurt like a bitch. She couldn’t imagine getting her pussy pierced like he had his cock. It was a delicate area and she wouldn’t allow anyone with a needle near it.
“Don’t worry, it increases a woman’s pleasure. You’ll like it,” Iron told her, then attempted to roll back over her again but she shoved him back a second time.
“Uh, no, I won’t. You need to take that thing out or this isn’t happening,” Roz insisted, not sure what the hell he was thinking because she wasn’t about to let him put that thing inside her.
“Babe, have I ever done anything that might make you think I would ever do anything that would hurt you?” Iron demanded, looking a little put out by her refusal.
“No, but that doesn’t mean that is going anywhere near my pussy!”
Iron’s lids lowered over his eyes and fierce desire lit his face. “Naughty girl, I see you learned some things while you were growing up without me.”
“What are you talking about?” Roz asked, confused.
“Such naughty language coming from those sweet lips,” Iron growled. He was now on his side facing her with his head propped on his arm grinning at her, his face contorted with his desire.
He leaned towards her kissing her on the lips, gently nipping her lower one with his teeth before pulling back. She blushed because she had said that to him. She wasn’t an innocent, she knew about sex and pleasure, but he was still the only man she’d ever been with. She had learned to find pleasure alone while fantasizing about him, but never, ever in any of those hundreds of fantasies had she ever imagined he would have a metal bar in his penis.
“You will like it, I promise. It will bring you pleasure like nothing else ever could. It’s going to hit just the right spot every single time, I can promise you,” Iron told her, his hand caressing her breast, his other hand sliding over her stomach and moving towards her pussy. His words were heated and he uttered them against her lips as he took them with his own again and she moaned as she allowed his tongue to thrust against hers. Roz’s hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin likely leaving marks but he didn’t seem to mind as his mouth devoured hers.
“I don’t think––” Roz began to say, but he cut her off by nipping her lower lip again.
“Trust me,” Iron said in a heated whisper and she allowed him to push her back. Coming over her again, he pulled her panties off, his hand moving to cup her sex with a finger dipping into her soaked body.
The kicker of the whole thing was despite all the years that seemed to separate them, she did trust him she realized as he caressed her gently, his breaths heavy and his eyes glued to where his fingers played just inside her. She trusted that he would never hurt her physically although the jury was still out on what he would do to her emotionally. Roz gave in with a breathless sigh as she opened her legs and his green eyes met hers. Iron looked suddenly possessive and a little animalistic when he rose, settling himself between her legs, his hands on her hips holding her steady as he aligned their bodies.
Roz knew that he was about to enter her and she braced herse
lf for the cold hard metal that was embedded in his cock to push inside her. She wondered nervously what it would feel like. Her heart was in her throat and he grinned down at her wickedly, his words heated when he asked her, “Are you ready, baby?”
Roz couldn’t speak so she just nodded, feeling the hard head of his cock enter her with deliberate slowness as he glided into her. She gasped because the metal wasn’t cold and it felt good sliding into her wet opening. She was sensitive and it was a tight fit because it had been so long since she’d had anything other than her small slim-line dildo inside her. His cock was thicker and the metal balls added a new sensation.
She gasped feeling her body quake.
Iron felt Roz’s body closing around his with a satisfaction he couldn’t seem to shake. She was tight, almost as tight as she’d been when they first made love when they were both young and in love. He could tell that she hadn’t had many men in her bed and he was glad because the idea that any man had been inside her infuriated him. He pushed harder, feeling his cock slide deeper into the warm wetness that was his Roz. He growled, animal pleasure making him close his eyes tightly, and he uttered the only thought in his head in a heated whisper of possession.
“Mine.” His words were barely audible but so possessive they made his head spin. “This pussy is mine. Just fucking mine!”
Iron was consumed by feral possessiveness that seemed to make his hold on her hips even tighter. He had never felt like this with any other woman and he didn’t know what to do with all the feelings that were bombarding him. Iron pushed harder, finally sliding fully into her. His cock felt like it was in a silken vise and he grunted his pleasure, pausing for a moment to give her body time to adjust to his invasion. Roz moved beneath him and he felt the movement echo down his cock in blissful agony, his breath hissing from between his clenched teeth as he tried to hold still.
“I need to move, babe. Are you good?” Iron asked, his head almost ready to explode as his cock throbbed so badly that his hips moved slightly against his will, because he needed to thrust in and out of her so badly he ached with it.
“Yes,” she whispered and he almost sighed with relief.
“Good,” he growled and pulled out, thrusting back into her roughly and hearing her gasp. He hoped it was in pleasure because he couldn’t stop. He was caught in the feel of her wetness gripping him and he couldn’t stop the movement of his hips as he thrust back and forth, taking her in hard long strokes that left them both gasping for air. His hand buried in her hair while his other guided her hips and he set a hard rhythm. Her lips parted and he slid his tongue inside, mimicking the thrusting of his hips.
She moaned and her body met his hard thrusts as she gripped him, her nails likely shredding his back but he didn’t give a fuck, it felt like he was dying. He was so close to coming and it had only been moments. Normally he took forever to get this close but with Roz every moment of touching her was pleasure. With other women it was just fucking, but with her it was more, so much more.
“Baby, you feel so damned good gripping my cock. Do you like the apadravya? It feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Iron asked her as his hips pumped back and forth, needing to hear her say it was good for her too.
“Y–yes, it’s so good,” she panted out, her eyes closed shutting him out and he didn’t like it at all. He wanted to look into her eyes as she came apart.
“No, look at me, now,” Iron commanded, his voice hard and his body nearing orgasm.
“Iron, please,” Roz said opening her eyes and in them he could see the pleasure she was trying to hide from him but he wouldn’t allow it. He increased his thrusts, feeling her tight pussy grip him harder as she began to spasm around his thickened cock.
“Oh, that’s it, baby, come all over my cock, do it, come for me, now,” Iron growled, his eyes holding hers prisoner. His hand tightening in her hair as he thrust savagely into her, she let out a keening cry that ripped out of her chest when she bit her lower lip and clamped down around him as she exploded into orgasm, gasping for breath as she gripped his cock hard. Iron felt his own explosion coming and he thrust harder into her, moaning when he felt his balls tighten and his back tingle, his eyes rolling back in his head. It felt like he came forever as he thrust in and out, his body twitching and pouring out into her.
When it was finally over he felt drained, almost sated. Iron couldn’t remember the last time he had felt sated after only taking a woman once. He hovered over her staring down at her, his hips still, his cock buried inside her. She was watching him as he slowly pulled himself from her. She looked at his shoulders, her cheeks blushing red.
“I think I may have scratched you up a bit,” she whispered.
Iron grinned. He didn’t care, it was worth every single wound to have her again. “It’s okay. You’ll likely have bruises on your hips and I think I may have pulled some of your hair out when I came.”
“You did.” Roz smiled shyly and he grinned back.
Suddenly it hit him that he hadn’t even asked if she was protected. Normally that would have sent panic racing through him at the thought that he might have gotten a woman pregnant. Only it didn’t with her, but he still needed to know the answer.
“Roz, baby, I didn’t think but are you on something? Something for birth control?” Iron asked and she paled.
“No, damn. I’m not.” Roz looked so panicked about it that he chuckled lightly, brushing her hair from her face as he rested on his side beside her.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” Iron told her, and funnily enough it was because it was her and even with him still angry, he knew that if she was pregnant they would work it out. It would be okay because Iron would take care of her and the baby. It didn’t send panic racing through him or make him feel hemmed in. It was just something they would handle if it happened. Iron kissed her forehead and whispered against her ear as he settled her into the bed, pulling the covers from beneath them to cover her nakedness. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Roz seemed to think about this for a moment but when he pulled her onto his chest as he rolled to his back, she came willingly, her head resting over his heart where the butterfly tattoo covered his left pec. Her body relaxed into sleep and Iron’s arms held her to him with a feeling of gratification settling inside his chest.
Chapter 11
Iron woke to the sound of yelling out in the hall and wondered what the hell those buffoons were up to this morning. Slowly pulling away from Roz he slid from the bed, glancing back at her sleeping form with a slight apprehension taking up residence inside his chest. He grabbed his jeans, pulling them on, and stormed to the door. He opened it and quietly shut it behind himself, moving into the game room, which was right next to his room.
There were six prospects in the room, three at the table playing poker and two more lounging on the nearby couches. The last, Colt, was standing against the wall smoking a cigar.
Iron glared at them, barking out, “Keep your damned voices down, we’re trying to sleep.”
Colt raised a brow as he dropped his foot from the wall and looked at him with surprise. Iron ignored him and turned to leave, having said what he had come in here to say before they woke Roz with their stupidity.
“You let one stay?” Colt asked from behind him, his voice filled with disbelief.
“Yeah,” Iron replied, not in the mood for his bullshit. He kept walking and was almost out the door in the hall when he heard Colt’s next words.
“Well that’s new. You always kick them out right after. Before they’re even finished dressing sometimes. She must be something special.” Colt laughed at his own joke.
“Mind your own damned business, Colt,” he growled, casting a dark glare over his shoulder at the man before stomping back to his door. He barely resisted the urge to slam his door behind him. The fact that Roz was in his bed was the only reason he bothered to refrain.
Iron gazed at her on the bed, a smile touching his lips at the position she was in. Memories of the past cam
e flooding back to him, Roz lying in his bed when he was a young teenager and again after he’d made love to her for the first time. She lay with her knees drawn up beneath her with her head resting on the pillow. He always thought the position was cute and today was no different, he thought with amusement.
For some reason, she always ended up in that position when he wasn’t in the bed with her and seeing that it hadn’t changed in the years since she’d left him was somehow reassuring. Slipping his jeans off, he climbed back into the bed, pulling her onto his chest. She made a snuffling noise and shifted against him, settling after a moment. Iron sighed before closing his own eyes, falling easily back into sleep.
It was four hours later that he awoke. Checking the clock to see it was eleven, he rubbed his hand down Roz’s back. She stirred, lifting her head to look at him after a moment. She smiled shyly at him, propping her face on her arm which rested on his chest. Iron ran his hand through her wheat-colored mane with an absentminded fascination. He felt his heart squeeze because he cared so deeply for her and yet he couldn’t seem to push the pieces into the right places anymore.
Iron was no longer able to find that peaceful place where he had been when he was twenty and in love with her. It wasn’t possible anymore.
He was different now.
That day when he knelt at her grave and gave her his cut he left a part of himself behind and he wasn’t sure her being alive had brought it back to him. Iron’s head was messed up even after last night. He wished that he could just let it all go and enjoy the fact that she was here with him now but the years without her burned inside him building the fury he felt at their loss to a boiling point.
His hand tightened in her hair and he sighed, feeling his cock harden when he glimpsed her breasts as she lifted farther up. Roz’s eyes were filled with a worry that he wanted to erase but knew she had every right to feel. He wanted this to be about them now and not about what had happened in the past but he knew that he was still angry. Iron still felt betrayed by her lack of trust in him. Yeah, it was stupid and he should just let it go but for some reason he couldn’t seem to find it inside himself to do that.
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