One to Leave (One to Hold 5)

“Stop.” He spoke sharply. “Don’t cover yourself.” His eyes raked over me in a look so predatory I felt it on my skin.

I looked at him as well. His powerful, lined body was tense, ready, and his erection rose up his belly. Thick and long, I shivered at the size of it. Nothing like that had ever been inside me, still I ached for it.

“Come to me.” It was a lusty whisper speaking words I’d longed to hear since before I’d flown across the country. I crawled up the bed, but just as I reached his waist, he stopped me. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.” My voice was only a little shaky.

“I want be inside you, but first I want to be in your mouth.”

Moisture pooled between my thighs. I’d never been with a man who made demands, who told me exactly what he wanted and expected me to deliver, but it only intensified my feelings for him.

I leaned down to follow instructions, but he stopped me. “I want to taste you as well. I want to hear you come before I sink between your thighs.”

My brow must have lined because the slightest grin softened his stern face. He pulled me against his chest, and warm breath drifted across my cheek as he spoke to me.

“Beautiful Mariska.” Hands in my hair, he consumed my mouth.

A moan ached from my chest and was lost in him. Strong fingers tightened against my skull, holding me forcefully, taking no prisoners. I moaned again as he pulled my lip between his teeth before pillaging my mouth once more. I held his wrists, my head light.

In that moment, he pushed me back against the bed. Stunned, my eyes blinked open, and I tried to get my bearings. It was all happening so fast. He sat back on his heels and gripped my thighs, pulling my hips to his mouth. He gave me one slow, lingering look before licking his tongue from the top of my clit all the way down to my opening, wet and throbbing.

“Oh, god! Stuart!” I cried, flexing my ass in his hands. I was so close, I would come for him fast.

He didn’t stop, tracing his tongue back again and slowly circling that small, powerful bud. I whimpered as he repeated the figure eight pattern, circling and sucking until I saw stars. My thighs began to quiver, and he lowered me, shifting his body around so his hips were positioned near my head.

“Suck,” he breathed against my thigh.

His enormous cock was just at my mouth, a clear drop at the tip. Pushing against the mattress, I rose above him, lifting the heavy muscle to my lips before tracing my tongue around the tip, down the side and back up.

He rolled to his back, holding my ass so my knees were on each side of his head. A low groan vibrated against my clit, and my entire pelvis jerked. My head dropped against his thigh. I was right there, quivering on that sparkling edge. I managed to take him into my mouth, giving him a firm squeeze. At the same time, his stomach muscles flexed, and he gave me another hard suck, sinking a thick finger deep inside me.

I arched, moaning against him, lightly touching his tip with my teeth.

“Shit,” He groaned against my clit, and the muscles low in my pelvis tightened harder. One more pass, and my orgasm would shatter through me. Heat flooded the lower half of my body, and a delicious ache raged in my core.

Moving my head up and down, I gripped his base, pumping him, drawing him out as I whined and moaned from the delicious pleasure his skilled tongue was teasing from me. He didn’t stop, and I tried not to stop, but my body shook as I came on his mouth.

Lowering my head, I sighed his name as pleasure snaked up my thighs, curled through my belly, and exploded from my chest.

Before I knew what was happening, he rolled me onto my back. The orgasm still shimmered under my skin as he leaned toward the nightstand to retrieve a condom. No hesitation, I watched as he tore it open with his teeth.

I remembered a line from some class I took in college: Condom on a banana. Big banana. The thought made me giggle, and he leaned forward, catching my cheeks and pulling my mouth hard against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck. This time, I kissed him back with equal force, pulling his luscious mouth between my lips and teeth. He lifted me by the waist, and I was on his lap, holding him, tasting him.

In my dreams it had been this way with him, blazing, familiar, orgasmic... I wanted to push him back against the headboard and spend the next several minutes exploring his mouth, but large hands held me back.

Commanding eyes fixed on mine as he reclined against the headboard. “Fuck me.”

My body was still buzzing with our kiss, my orgasm, but I hesitated. It was only for a moment, but he didn’t miss it.

“What’s wrong?” Again, those lines across his stomach deepened as he sat up, pulling me closer. I tried to look away, but he caught my chin. I knew he wouldn’t ask me again. Still, he let me lean forward and press my face against his neck as I said it.

“It’s my first time.”

Everything stilled. Silence echoed under my fingertips. Fear stronger than my first-time jitters twisted in my stomach that he might push me away, that my revelation might change how he felt about me.

Without a word, I fumbled my hand to his straining cock. His desire was strong as ever, and as I circled my fingers around him, he lifted my head from his shoulder. Tilting it back, he looked straight into my eyes. “You’re a virgin?”

“Technically.”