Dead End Diner: Book one

by Bea Biddle

  Karen shook her head and cut him off. "I don't care about your past, Cef. That was so long ago. I care about who you are now. And I think you are wonderful.” She wanted to clobber herself on the head. She couldn't believe she had just said that. ”I mean, an idiot sometimes, but a wonderful idiot.” Cef chuckled, his fingers traced circles on her skin, slowly making their way to her neck and she was having a hard time concentrating on anything else. ”Do you really think I am obstinate? And vexing?”

  Cef answered with a grunt and a nod. "Especially vexing," he murmured with his breath on her lips. "The most vexing human I have ever met. I like it very much," he confessed, sending a brutal jolt of need through her.

  ”Please,” she begged, ”No more teasing, Cef.”

  "I haven't had a female in over thirty years," he whispered against her.

  "Women," Karen corrected him automatically, "We like to be called women, Cef."

  "I haven't had a woman in over thirty years."

  "That'll have to change," she murmured. She didn't know when they had started whispering but it fitted the situation perfectly. There was no mistaking what was about to happen, that only made the moment that much more precious. The fingertips massaging and caressing her neck tingled all the way down her back. His fingertips. The thought was dizzying. "It's like riding a bike, you never really forget it," she added.

  "I don't know how to ride a bike.” Cef's husky tremor continued to fan her already burning core into a blaze. She attempted to stifle a moan, but it escaped her.

  Cef groaned at the sound. She was so soft under his hands, so silky, so delicate. He had prolonged the moment as long as he possibly could, sweet, delicious anticipation ran through his veins along with the need to take, the need to conquer. She was waiting for him, it was exquisite. He could have thrown her on the bed the instant she asked, but this, this moment of pure sweet, luscious torture, he couldn't let go so fast.

  Then again, he hadn't had very good luck with Karen, their moments were usually interrupted. No, no longer. He moved closer, felt her shirt against his naked stomach. He saw her eyelashes flutter, her breath quickened when he finally made contact. She shuddered against him, pressing herself closer with a sigh of contentment. His. Definitely his.

  Karen swallowed. "I'll admit, I haven't really been very active on the pedals lately either," she said, forcing out a half chuckle. Why was she suddenly shy? She had come for this! Her brain started to panic, she had wanted Cef for weeks now, pining over him, fantasized about how it would be to be able to touch him. And now she was almost afraid to. "But hey, as long as we wear our helmets and try to keep upright on the saddle, we should be fine," she added. She was aware that was stupid, but she couldn't help herself. She really just wanted to shut up, but her mouth opened on its own accord and tried spitting out even more dumb words.

  Cef managed to break in before she started, "Perhaps you should stop with the bicycle analogies."

  "Yeah,” she whispered, ”I do have a couple more-"

  She never did get to say them. Cef had captured her mouth in a kiss so gentle she didn't know when it started. Embarrassingly enough, a moan escaped her as he softly, and oh so slowly, moved his lips against hers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the touch. His tongue probed her bottom lip, warm and inviting. She opened for him with a sigh. The second their tongues met, sliding into the first soft touch, electricity ran through them. Cef moaned into her, deepening the kiss and she let him, moving her lips against him as if needing him to breathe. She tasted him, felt him. He was gentle and soft, achingly slow and wonderful. As if he was afraid she would break. She could have melted from the touch.

  But then he broke the kiss. And the bubble burst. They both felt it. A switch had been flicked. Karen opened her eyes and their gazes locked. His nostrils flared, his breath ragged. She licked her lips, the intensity in his dark eyes made her groan.

  And then he was on her again, so fast she had no time to gasp in surprise. Cef's lips claimed her, crushing against her mouth in a vicious kiss that made her hiss and moan. His fingers were no longer playing gentle games on her shoulders and neck, his arms were around her waist, she barely registered him lifting her off her feet, pulling her close. She was against the wall again in a flash, pinned in place by his warm, hard chest and roaming, ardent hands. She moaned loudly into him, wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.

  There was no shyness anymore, all nerves forgotten. She was everywhere, impatiently pawing at every inch of his exposed skin, every little piece of him she could get her hands on she traced with a desperation. She clawed at his back, pushing herself harder against him, as close as she could possibly get. It wasn't enough. She wanted to feel all of him, needed to feel all of him.

  His tongue wound itself around hers in a heated battle, she tasted every corner of his mouth, exploring with a wild hunger she had never felt before. Biting his bottom lip, earning her a guttural groan from deep in his chest, she felt him tighten his grip on her, cupping her ass through her jeans. All inhibitions had shattered, everything forgotten, faded, making way for the pure, raw lust that ran through their veins as they moved against each other, whipping themselves into a fevered frenzy neither could escape.

  One urgent hand moved under her shirt, cupping a breast. When he moved his thumb over her nipple through the bra she felt shockwaves down her skin, delicious jolts of pleasure as he rolled and pinched. She broke the kiss to moan loudly, her head falling back against the wall. He assailed her chin, her jaw, her throat, tasting her madly. He tugged on the shirt. "This," he growled between hungry, devouring kisses, "Off."

  She lifted her arms and let him yank it off her before he tore it in his impatience. Her bra followed in the same fashion. Karen gasped, Cef let out a groan of pleasure, as their naked skin finally touched. The feel of him against her with no layers in between made her shiver, made her move against him rashly. He was so warm, so deliciously rough, so solid, she wanted to melt into him. He tasted her skin again, his tongue and teeth working her overheated flesh, her jaw, her throat, nibbling and biting and kissing all the way down to the breasts firmly in his hands.

  "Karen," he hissed in a thick groan, letting his tongue lather an exposed nipple. She couldn't help the cry of bliss he drew from her. She rolled her head back further, tangling her fingers in his dreads as his tongue flicked and touched and tasted, his lips suckling, his teeth scraping, leaving her gasping for air and moaning loudly, her toes curling behind his back. More. She needed more. More of him.

  She didn't have to wait long. He crushed her body to his again, leaving the wall behind. A couple of dirty cups and an unwashed plate hurled to the ground as his arm swept the kitchen table. She landed on her back on the hard surface. He was on her immediately, harsh kisses leaving her begging for more, his weight pressing her down as he roamed her body. Searing hot Demon a stark contrast to the cold table. It fueled her greed for him.

  She tugged at his jeans, desperate for them to disappear. She had felt him underneath, the impressive bulge ready to be unleashed and she was in a furious need to have her hands on him. But he took hold of her wrist, wrangling her arms above her head as he kissed her thoroughly, torturing her by making her wait. His tongue traveled and tasted, his lips nibbled their way down her body, making her writhe and buck underneath him. She hissed and moaned, shaking and shuddering. The zipper on her jeans was opened so fast she thought he had broken it, her jeans torn off her in one rough motion along with her panties. She was naked. Cold air washed over her, harsh sunlight from the large windows hiding nothing, least of all the Demon that hovered above her.

  "You smell so good," he muttered, his tongue trailing from her bellybutton downwards, spiraling closer making her pant and shiver with an overpowering yearning. But she was naked, and he was not. She was exposed. Draped on the table as if she was breakfast and Cef looking every bit the starving man above her. What was she even doing? She hadn't known this man a month and she was suddenly comfortable enough f
or this? Instinctively she snapped her legs shut, her shyness returning. He chuckled knowingly, hungry eyes never leaving hers as he pressed his hands to her knees. He massaged and stroked them, relaxing her, sliding large, warm palms up and down her thighs. She couldn't stop the sigh from coming. He caressed down between her thighs in long strokes that left her tingling and squirming helplessly. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he guided her legs apart, bearing her for him fully. "I want to taste you," he breathed.

  His lips curled into a dangerous grin and Karen groaned at the sight of her dark, sexy Demon who looked so at ease standing there between her knees. And she no longer cared that she was naked, every awareness of that fact evaporated when he bent down and kissed her inner thigh. She jerked at the touch with a cry of pleasant surprise. Holding her hips in place, preventing her from moving he left butterfly kisses on her skin, his tongue trailing circles. She could feel his teeth nipping her inner thighs between kisses. Little love bites on her flushed skin. He was getting closer and closer and it was driving her mad with longing. She was pulsating with need. He kissed her again, lingering just above her throbbing bud and she bit down on her wrist to stop herself crying out for him.

  His tongue, slick and smooth, slipped in between her folds and her breath got caught in her throat. It was working wonders. ”Cef!” she moaned with a strangled cry as it stroked her, tasted her. He nibbled and teased her most sensitive flesh, groaning at her reaction, kissing her ruthlessly, teasing her opening. When finally, he dipped inside her, his tongue probing and circling, she screamed with delight. He circled and thrust, with every stroke he drew a moan, with every plunge a groan, with every lick a strangled cry. She squirmed and tried to grind against him, but it was no use, he was too strong. And she was loving every second of the merciless torment of his mouth on her.

  Then he left her, raised his head. Cold air rushed her privates and she hissed in annoyance, deeply mourning the loss of his warmth on her. She looked up, ready to beg, ready to plead for more. ”You taste like heaven," he stated, the burr of his voice so low, so drenched in lust she forgot about complaining. His shoulders were tense, his chest rising and falling fast. His black eyes hooded and glazed over with intense desire that made her stomach flutter.

  His lips were wet. She knew that was her, her wetness. She watched him lick them slowly, savoring the taste. And she couldn't take it any longer. ”Please!” she whispered soundlessly.

  His mouth was on her again instantly. His tongue wasting no more precious time and found its way to her throbbing, swollen bud expertly fast. She screamed, her head fell back down on the table as she lifted her knees higher, wider. He suckled, circled, nibbled, watching her cry out with complete abandon. The sight almost made him forget himself. He needed to be buried deep inside her or he was going to lose his mind. But he couldn't get enough of this. She was screaming for him, because of him. Her body responding to every single touch. She was a wonder, an instrument for his fingers alone. She was panting and moaning, louder and louder. All because of him. He could feel himself pressing against his jeans, he was so hard for her it was driving him insane. His erection was begging to be released, throbbing so heavily he could feel it everywhere. He needed to claim her, she had to be his. But for some reason, for some unknown reason, this became important. He needed to see her scream out for him, he needed to know what she looked like, what she felt like. He needed her to show him.

  He growled loudly, giving her one long, hard stroke of his tongue. She screamed out his name and he shuddered in response. He slipped a finger inside of her and she opened wider for him, grinding against it. He let her this time. Adding a second finger. He massaged her. In and out, feeling her muscles, the delicious pull of her, every nook and cranny that made her cry out harder. He increased the pace his mouth was working her. Her voice could no longer find sound or volume, she screamed in silence as she grappled for the edge of the kitchen table by her head, holding on so hard her knuckles turned white.

  His fingers flexed, curled inside of her, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Cef!" she squealed, "I can't- I-" The rest of what she said was a few incoherent words and strained cries. She arched her back, knees in the air as wide as they could go. He didn't give a damn what she could or couldn't do at that point. He watched her, watched her as the explosion wrecked through her body, watched her as she spasmed and shuddered, watched her as her last guttural scream of bliss left her throat. He growled in feral satisfaction as she came for him, because of him.

  With one last, lingering lick, tasting her drenched sweetness, he raised himself above her, hovering as he continued to watch her shaking subsiding. He was still massaging her soaked entrance softly when she relaxed onto the hard kitchen table, melting into the surface. She was still uttering small gasps and moans when her eyes met his. ”Cef,” she whispered, her face breaking into a wide, lazy grin, her eyes glazed over in blissful oblivion.

  Cef returned the grin with one of his own, a dangerous grin of possession and dominance. He had her. She was his. He captured her chin in his hand, brushing her lips with his thumb. He raked his memory for another time in his life he might have pleasured a woman before sating himself. He found none. None like Karen. She kissed his thumb, sucked it into her mouth and licked it. He groaned and felt his member jerk at the action.

  No more waiting. No more stalling. He claimed her breasts again, suckling and biting. She gasped, but too exhausted to move she could only roll her head back again and sigh in contentment. He kissed up her throat, tasting her jaw, and then her lips. Deeply, passionately, he claimed her mouth, kissing her like she was all there was in the world. Their tongues danced in unison, working each other with a fiery need.

  His fingers left her, and she huffed in disappointment at the emptiness he left behind. He laughed through kisses, his chest rumbling through her. ”I need you,” he demanded when he broke the kiss.

  Despite her exhaustion, Karen felt her body responding to the words instantly. Excitement tore through her anew, her body humming for him. "Have me then," she whispered, her words were a plea. "I can't wait much longer."

  With an impatient grunt he had discarded his jeans, his boxers went with them. Karen admired him, letting her eyes feast on his naked torso. The sunlight worshipped him too, caressing every bulge and muscle, his strong shoulders, marvelous chest. He was so statuesque, so beautifully rough and big. And he was hers. Air whooshed in her ears as he picked her up, leaving the kitchen table behind and almost instantly she sunk into his soft bed. She wriggled against him as he followed, putting his full weight on her. She loved his weight, the weight of a proper man, the weight that pressed her hard against the mattress.

  She hadn't been lying. She couldn't wait. She wanted him. Needed him inside of her, needing to feel him, all of him, completely. She bucked against him, knees locked on either side of his hips, spreading for him. "Please," she begged with a whimper. She could feel him, hard and heavy against her. And large, wonderfully large. She became desperate for it. "Please," she begged again. She felt Cef's chuckle all the way down her body until her toes curled with frustration at his teasing. He kissed her, pressed her into the mattress under the assault of his mouth on hers. His hands fondled and toyed with her body, scorching her with every rough caress, every harsh, wonderful touch.

  When he didn't do as she wanted she took matters into her own hands. Literally. Quickly she had her fingers wrapped around his rock-hard member. He broke the kiss in a hiss at the unexpected contact. And then she gulped audibly. He was large, huge even. Scarily so. She heard herself gasp.

  Cef shook his head against her throat. Pulling her hand away with another chuckle. ”Don't,” he breathed. He kissed her again. Entwining their fingers, pressing her arms above her head, keeping her wandering fingers away from him. She couldn't touch him, he wouldn't last if she touched him. And he wanted to enjoy her. He had been wanting her, wanting this, for so long, he refused to lose the moment because of his own eagerness. ”Rela
x.”

  She couldn't relax. It was impossible to relax. She had tensed and couldn't move at all. For the first time, she was second-guessing the choice to go to him, to start this. He was massive. And he was against her now, pressing gently against her entrance. "Cef?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

  The apprehension in her stopped him. He let go of her hands and raised himself above her. She was concerned, she said nothing, but he understood her perfectly. She was scared? Thoughts ran through his head so fast he had a hard time making them out. Thoughts begging him to take her already, his need pressed on, the urgency cursed through him making his arms shake. But he didn't want her scared. ”Do you want me to stop?” he asked. Don't. Don't ask me to stop. I need to have you, he begged mentally, repeating the words he could not allow himself to say out loud.

  She swallowed, biting her lip, furiously debating with herself. She felt stupid, she was no virgin, she had had sex before. A lot of it. Colin and her had been very active, at least up until the last six months. And she wanted Cef, she wanted him so badly she couldn't think of anything other than having him between her legs. Why was she suddenly nervous? Because he was big? Of course, he was, he also towered over everyone and was built like a brick wall. She knew he would be. There was no way he was going to be Colin's size. Which, she suddenly understood, had been a little on the small end of the scale. She ended up shaking her head with a smile. No. No, she wanted him. She had to have him. And it had to be now.

  He sank back down on top of her, grinning with immense relief, holding her against him as he kissed her again, cradling her in his arms he kissed her calm. Kissed her with an intensity that left her breathless, melting into the mattress. She wrapped herself around him, held him to her. They parted only when the need to breathe became too strong. Resting his forehead on hers they laid there, panting, nibbling softly at each other's lips. He brushed her hair from her forehead, thick fingers caressing her jaw, her chin. Trying to brush away the fear that he had seen in her eyes.