Caveman (Wild Men 1)

Another surprise. The lace is only a narrow strip, leaving her exposed. I smooth my hands over the silky globes, and my breath catches at the realization I’m about to come all over her again.

This is turning into a nasty habit.

So I force myself to take action. I sidestep and sweep her up in my arms. She yelps, and a mad grin splits my face.

“Bedroom,” I rasp and clutch her to me.

Mine. She’s mine.

The feel of her in my arms eases the storm in my head. I stumble into the bedroom and lay her on the mattress. Before she can sit up, I lower myself over her and grab the condoms from the bedside table. Making a mental note to buy more—loads more—I tear the foil with my teeth.

“Wait.” She pushes on my chest and sits up, dammit.

“Ev…”

“I want to taste you.”

And before I can blink, her mouth is on me, warm and moist and oh hell, my eyes are about to roll up in my head. She kneels in front of me, her

copper hair coming loose of the ponytail, hiding her face. Her tongue is doing wicked things to the head of my aching dick, and my hands tremble with the need to grab her head and fuck her mouth until I come.

She only wants to taste. To try. The meaning between her words isn’t lost on me. She’s not experienced in giving blowjobs.

Don’t scare her. Go slow.

Fuck. Slow is the last thing I’m capable of right now. Still, I close my eyes and struggle not to move as she swirls her tongue. But then she starts sucking in earnest, and I can’t help the jerking of my hips. I groan out her name. Pleasure zips down my nerves, and pressure begins to gather behind my balls.

When I look down, my vision hazy, I find I’ve tangled my fingers in her hair despite my best intentions, holding her in place.

I release her hair and stroke it back, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead she puts her hands on my hips and licks my dick like a lollipop, sucking it into her mouth and dragging her tongue on the underside.

My balls lift, and I push on her shoulders until she releases me. My breathing is coming in short gasps. Grabbing the base of my cock, I grit my teeth and count backward from twenty. She’s staring at me, wide-eyed, probably wondering what the hell I’m doing.

Taking the time to explain is out of the question. As soon as I’m sure my balls aren’t about to detonate just yet, I roll on the condom and drag her down with me. She lands on her back with a huff, and I kiss her breasts, taking each sweet nipple in my mouth in turns, while reaching for her panties.

“Micah.” She’s as breathless as I am. She grips my hand, which has been traveling down toward her pussy. “I’m ready. Please.”

“No, Ev.” I won’t take her unprepared, not without making sure it will be good for her, too.

“I’m ready,” she says again and I dip my finger under her panty, between her folds, inside her, finding her hot and wet.

Once again I have to fight to keep from coming as I drag her lacy panties down her pretty legs, over the scars. I haven’t asked her how she got them yet, something about an accident, and I file the question in my mind for later.

The scars distract me enough so that I can hold on to my control a while longer. I brush my hand over them, then look up into her eyes as I push into her in one long thrust.

Oh fuck.

I must have blanked out for a second because the next thing I know she’s tugging on my shoulders, urging me to move.

She’s so unbelievably tight. And it’s her scent around me, her face below me. It’s Ev, and she’s with me. I pull out half way and push back in, watching her mouth fall open and her eyes close. Her legs wrap around me, and I lean over her until I’m propped on my elbow, my other hand teasing her breasts. I bring my mouth on hers, slipping my tongue inside, tasting her, licking her until she clutches at me desperately.

Her hips rise, and she clenches around me, inner muscles rippling in a maddening rhythm. This time there’s no way I can stop this orgasm from slamming into me like a runaway train. It tears through me, making my body writhe. My hips are moving in a frantic rhythm of their own, and wave after wave of burning pleasure washes though me. Not sure I can take so much of it without going mad.

Then I feel it—the exquisite tightening around my still jerking cock, and I hear her cry out as she comes.

Too much. Breaking the kiss, I muffle a howl into her shoulder, and hunch over her, my whole body trembling.

She shifts beneath me, and I lift my head, blinking the sweat from my eyes. “Holy shit,” I whisper.