Fueled by Lust: Drusus (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Celeste Prater

  “Avelina,” he croaked out before clearing his throat and trying again. “Avelina…my mind is muddled, so I am not sure I will say this correctly. That was…it was the…I have had women do…no I cannot say that, forgive me. What I meant to say is that it has never been like that…gods, I cannot find the words! You have devastated me.”

  Laughing softly she patted his chest. “It’s okay, Drusus. I think I get the picture.” Turning her head, she placed a soft kiss against his damp skin then settled back into place. He touched the back of her hand then began rubbing softly up and down her arm.

  She would have drifted to sleep had he not suddenly rolled them both toward the back cushions of the couch. Bouncing up, he yanked his jeans up his hips and tucked the magnificent beast away. Pointing at her he said, “Do not move!” Before she could decide if she should be frightened, he was back and kneeling in front of her.

  Holding out a bottle of water, he motioned for her to take it from his hand. “Are you thirsty, sweetness?”

  Sitting up, she took the bottle while trying very hard not to start bawling like a baby. He looked so sweet, hovering over her as if desperate to see to her comfort. “Thank you.”

  After drinking deeply, she replaced the cap and handed it back. Oh yeah, her heart was well and fully plastered on the side of that pristine wall and was slowing leaving an oozy trail as it slid to the floor. She was a total goner. Might have even cut open her own chest and handed the damn thing to him. He was either going to put it in a jar for safekeeping or drop kick it down the elevator shaft. Either way, it belonged to him in this moment.

  “I’m going to take you, Avelina. Do you understand what I’m saying?” His eyes were a smoldering, deep green, hooded and sensual.

  Eyes wide, she shook her head. “No.”

  Standing, he gripped the front of his jeans against the bulge that appeared to be growing before her eyes. A low growl reverberated from his chest as he gave the thickening length a few hard yanks. “I need to be in you…now. I want to feel my cock slide into the hot grip of your pussy. I cannot wait another moment to feel you.”

  “Damn, Drusus! Are you serious? You just…you know…uh…you recover quickly, don’t you?”

  “Only for you, Avelina…see what you do to me? Now come to me.”

  She reached up to him as he reached down to her. He scooped her into his arms and then started toward the bedroom area she had been snooping in earlier. He stopped and bent her toward the water bottle on the end table. “Grab it. You are going to need it.”

  * * * *

  He set her down on the edge of the ridiculously large bed dominating the bedroom, then stepped back several paces and just stared at her. A softly muted light had engaged as soon as they had entered the room and it now cast shadows across his body, deepening the hard ridges of his abs and chest. Well that was cool. His masculine beauty was incomprehensible, so much so that she almost wanted to cry. He was truly a work of art. Tearing her gaze away from his face, she glanced around the room. As with the rest of the apartment, his furnishings were expensively rendered and masculine. He apparently liked shades of dark brown, turquoise, and deep maroon. The mattress was firm but the comforter was thick and soft against her fingers. She stifled a grin when she saw spare change mixed with a few receipts strewn across his dresser, a pair of socks lying over the back of one chair and a T-shirt dropped next to a door that could be his bathroom. Thank goodness, he wasn’t a neat freak and was comfortable in his own home.

  Nervously twisting the water bottle in her hands as she heard the rustling of clothes, she watched him pull his boots off and toss them to the side. Next, he slid his jeans and underwear off and tossed them the same direction as the boots. At least she thought it was the same direction. She remained focused on his magnificent, ruddy cock, lean hips, and muscular thighs. His body was proportional, even down to the rock solid calves. Hell, even his feet were beautiful. Smiling, she looked up at his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Drusus.”

  “Stand up, Avelina. You are the beauty here and I want to see all of it. Stand up and remove your clothes. Those breasts are mine. That ass is mine. Your pussy is mine. Show me what is mine to take.”

  Her stomach lurched at his command, bemused that his tone alone could make her tremble with excitement. Could she do this? Could she stand and casually pull everything off in front of a masculine god who didn’t have an inch of body fat anywhere on him, a body and face so physically exquisite that it hurt her eyes to look at him? She knew she had some extra padding and knew very well that it did not make her less of a person. It did not detract from her intelligence or define her personality. However, of all the beautiful model-thin women in the world, why had he chosen her? Oh shit! How many other women has he watched strip down and reveal everything to him? I bet he’s lost count. Is he just on a novelty hunt for something different to play with? What high bar am I up against here? But damn, how could he fake that response earlier if he wasn’t interested? Am I overthinking this? Abruptly, she was snapped from her internal debate by a low, growling voice.

  “Avelina, you are not standing. Show me the luscious body that I crave. The sooner you do so, the sooner I can touch you. Now remove your clothes, or I will.”

  Chapter 6

  Well, if that didn’t motivate a girl to get a move on, then nothing would. Sighing in resignation, she placed the water bottle on the nightstand and stood. Well, best to get on it with it. If he was going to be disgusted and change his mind, she would know soon enough. She had obviously rocked his world a minute ago, why stop now? She could still walk out with her head held high. Bravado in place, she pulled her shoes off and tossed them to the side.

  * * * *

  Drusus watched her features move from frightened indecision to liquid sensuality. She transformed before his eyes. He was still trying to recover from the mind-bending blowjob and it took all his strength not to rush over and toss her down on the bed. He wanted her so badly his shaft ached from the need. He had not meant to rush her earlier, but when she had made that flippant comment about the burp, he was a goner. She was so genuine, so perfect in her innocence. He could not get to her fast enough. In turn, she had taken his control completely away with her first touch. Grabbing his cock, he began an infuriatingly slow drag up and down the shaft as she crossed her arms at the wrist, grasped the bottom of her T-shirt, and tugged upward. He didn’t even recognize his own voice as a thin strip of her luscious skin was exposed. “Good girl. I like it when you obey me.”

  He watched anxiously as she relaxed and her passion rose. Her eyes narrowed and her luscious, pink lips curled in a sensual smile. Her movements became languid and erotic. Never taking her eyes from him, she arched her back, moved her head back and slightly to the side before sliding the shirt up over her head. Where it landed, he didn’t give a damn. Her hair fell back in lustrous waves across one shoulder. He watched with erratic breath as she leisurely ran her palms up her stomach to her breasts encased in a black, silky demi-bra. It had a front clasp, thank the gods! Her hands cupped the outer sides of her voluptuous breasts and squeezed them gently, pushing the luscious mounds higher. He felt his legs begin to tremble and took a closer step. He groaned low as his thumb slowly swirled the liquid seeping from his cockhead, an image of her sweet pink tongue flashed into his addled brain.

  Releasing the bra clasp, she held the cups and let the straps fall down her shoulders. Slowly she let go of the front and the bra dropped to the floor. Shoulders straight, arms down at her sides, she arched her back to push those delectable mounds out further for his perusal. They were magnificent! Her nipples were dusty pink and swollen to hard points, beckoning him to suck them into this mouth, to nip and lave until they reddened with passion. He released his cock, now throbbing and burning with need, and took another step closer.

  He locked his knees to keep from dropping to the floor when she moved her hands to her breasts and twisted her nipples between her thumb and forefingers. Releasing them, she dro
pped her hands to the top of her jeans and popped the button loose. She wasted no time with the zipper before hooking her thumbs at the side of her jeans. She paused, then slowly turned around, casting a wanton look over her right shoulder. Arching her back, she pushed her ass outward and unhurriedly moved the jeans down her body. He caught a quick glimpse of a black thong as it slid away with the jeans.

  He sighed in contentment as her leisurely unveiling revealed a smooth, creamy, rounded ass. An ass his hands were going to be gripping very shortly. She daintily stepped out of the material pooled at her feet. Lifting her arms, she gathered her long hair up to the back of her head with the back of her hands, letting the majority remain streaming down her back and dangling to the twin dimples just above her ass. Twisting slightly at the waist to reveal the curve of one breast, she cast a questioning look back at him. “Well, is this undressed enough for you, big boy?”

  In two large strides, he was pressing against her back with both hands cupping her beautiful breasts, his shaft lying hot and hard at the small of her back. He thrilled at the weight and firmness overflowing in his hands. Twisting the turgid nipples, he groaned against her hair when she gasped and wound her arms behind his neck. He moved one hand away to drift down her ribs and over her slightly rounded belly. He massaged her there, loving the feel of her. Lowering his hand further, his palm cupped her pussy.

  “Gods! I love that you are hairless here, sweetness, so smooth and warm. Are you wet for me? Does the thought of my cock here make you burn?”

  Pushing two fingers into her pussy, he growled next to her ear when he found a soft, blistering-hot channel dripping with wetness. She cried out and moved her hips to push against his hand. Pulling his fingers back out, he ran them slowly around her clit, now fully distended from its hood and throbbing under his touch.

  “Ah, I see that I am right. Your beautiful flower has opened for me. The little bud is reaching for what it wants. Do you want to give it to me, Avelina?” He smiled when her breath caught and a small whimper escaped her lips.

  “Tell me, Avelina. I want to hear it.” He pressed harder against her clit and rejoiced as her hips bucked further into his touch.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered.

  Moving his fingers away from the throbbing flesh, his hand stilled, his words admonishing. “No, Avelina, you can do better than that. Tell me what you want. I will not guess at your needs. Tell me so my body can pleasure yours.” He almost came when he felt her body relax and melt against his, showing him her trust and obedience to his request. Soft, hesitant words whispered to his ears, his cock jerking at their impact.

  “I want you to put your mouth on me like I did for you. I want to feel your tongue on my clit and inside of me. I want to feel your hot breath on my skin and your hands all over me.”

  He heard her swallow and take a deep breath before continuing with her soft pleas. Something shifted inside of him, his chest tightening.

  “I want to feel you put that beautiful cock inside my body. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to feel your weight on me as your skin slides along mine. Please, Drusus! I need you.”

  Swiftly, he turned her, pushed her back down onto the bed and dropped to his knees. Her arms flung out above her head, her glorious dark hair spread in a shiny fan across his bed. A sudden urge to bind those delicate wrists and pound heavily into her beautiful pussy had him gritting his teeth to stop from spurting his seed against the bed. Fuck! Focus, damn it!

  Grabbing her hips, he pulled her to the edge and spread her plush, yet firm, thighs wide. Her pussy was flushed and glistening with her juices. Using both thumbs, he pushed her labia aside before growling his intent.

  “I am going to taste you now. I am going to coat my tongue in your sweet cream and swallow you down.” His cock jerked when he saw more juices fall at his words and her belly quivering in anticipation.

  Surging forward, he latched his mouth around her clit, sucking it between his lips, and thrashed it with his tongue. She cried out and arched her hips upwards but he pressed a hand down on her belly to keep her still.

  He was ferocious in his need. Pushing his tongue deep inside of her, he rubbed his thumb across her clit and pressed down. Chills raced up his back as she gasped his name at the same time her knees locked to the side of his head. He continued to shove his tongue in her, fucking her with it while he swirled two fingers against her throbbing bud. He felt when her orgasm hit, her pussy gripping and releasing his tongue repeatedly. He moaned against her soft skin as he heard his name screamed between bursting pants of breath. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet nectar, swallowing everything she had to offer.

  Abruptly standing between her widespread legs, he pulled her slightly higher onto the bed and lowered himself over her, slamming one hand down over her head to keep from falling.

  “I am going to fuck you, Avelina, hard. I am going to give you what you asked for. You will feel me.”

  Positioning his throbbing cock at her wet heat, he began to slide his thick, hard length into her body. She was tight and slick, muscles grabbing and releasing as he continued to push and retreat. He was lost to the blinding pleasure.

  “Drusus, wait. We need a condom. You forgot the condom.”

  He barely heard her soft words through the breathless pants. “You are safe with me, my love. I can give you no human disease, nor can you give one to me. I will not give you a child right now. Trust me, love. Do you want me to stop?” Pushing his hand between their bodies, he rubbed her clit as he rolled his hips forward.

  “Tell me to stop, Avelina. I’m going to bury myself deep in you if you do not tell me to stop. I can feel your pussy gripping me, your juices flowing around my cock. I can still taste you in my mouth. Tell me you do not want me and I will stop. Do you trust me, baby?”

  Thrusting and rolling her hips, she cried out, “Yes, Drusus, I trust you! I want you! Don’t stop! You’re so hard and hot inside me, so thick. I want all of you in me!”

  Moving his hand away from her clit, he dropped to his elbows. Their sweat-slickened bodies slipping smoothly against each other as he pulled his hips back and slid forward again, gaining ground with each push as her slick cream coated his shaft.

  “There it is, baby. You can take me, almost there. Open those legs wider…yes, like that. Grab your knees. Pull them back.” Rising up, arms extended and locked, he looked down between them, his voice deep and straining. “Look, baby. Watch how we fit together. You are so tight, like a fist pulsing around me. Your sweet hot juice is all over me. Watch me go inside you.”

  When her hips tilted downward after lifting to see their joining, he slid almost all the way in. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders and waist, he dragged her to the center of the bed before digging his knees into the mattress and kneeling upright. Lifting her against his body, he settled her astride his thighs, seating her fully on his cock. He pulled her arms around his neck then grabbed onto her luscious hips, grinding into her. “I knew you could take me. You were built just for me. I am buried deep inside you now.” He reveled in her soft whimpers of delight.

  Lifting her again, he rolled his hips back then pulled her down on the upsurge. Her breasts slid up and down his chest through their combined sweat, her hard nipples gliding against his skin. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She was close. Teeth clenched, he fought to keep from spilling inside her. Flush against her pelvis, he ground himself against her clit and pulled her head close to his. “Come for me, Avelina. Clamp your hot pussy on me. I want to feel you throbbing around my cock. I am so hard for you. Let me hear you come. Do it now.”

  Her fingers dug into his back, her mouth opening wide in a silent scream before she slammed it down on his shoulder and bit into the flesh, her scream muffled against his skin.

  Lightening heat shot from his spine directly to his tightened balls. He erupted inside of her. A roar exploded from his mouth as he felt her pussy lock onto his throbbing shaft. Sh
oving them down to the mattress, he slammed repeatedly into her as he rode out the orgasm. Lost in the sound of wet, slapping flesh and the musky aroma of sex, he shook his head to keep from passing out. It seemed to go on forever, as if one pulsing wave would stop and another would begin. Her core throbbed and clenched, her muscles milking his flesh and every drop of seed from his body. She twisted beneath him, repeating his name as he poured himself into her. For a brief fleeting moment he felt their energy merge then abruptly part.

  All too soon, the intensity began to decrease and he became aware of his surroundings. His relentless fucking had moved them both up to the headboard. Panting, they stared into each other’s eyes as the throbbing waves of pleasure slowed and settled into a lazy pulse. His husky voice rent the air with concern. “Oh gods, Avelina, I am so sorry! Are you okay sweetness? Have I hurt you?”

  Relief suffused his body when he saw a languorous smile appear, her eyes dewy with moisture. “No Drusus, you didn’t hurt me. This is the best I have felt in a very long time.”

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  With narrowed eyes, Basilius looked around the rocky outcropping and wondered why, of all the places on Earth, the damned vortex had to be in such an unforgiving terrain. He had no desire to trek out of here on foot but it looked like he had no choice. It was eerily dark and the area unfamiliar. He stood perfectly still and allowed his body to recover from his harrowing journey. It was bad enough having to travel through Insedivertus, but at least it was a more pleasing landscape than this place. He should have let Ulixes handle grabbing the prince’s Occasio, but he would be an even larger hero to his subjects if he did the deed himself. They will drop even lower before him when they learn of his shrewdness and stealth. He only wished he could see the look on the prince’s face when he learned his little mate has vanished into the arms of the enemy. He looked forward to taunting the fool before he killed them both.