Fighting to Forget (7 page)

He lifted her off the ground, slammed his lips against hers, and speared his tongue in her mouth. For several long seconds he didn’t do anything but fuck her mouth with his. When he heard the other men leave, he hauled her ass out of that shower, quickly got dressed, and turned her to face him.

“I have to have you now, Tasha.”

She breathed hard. Her mouth was red and swollen from his kisses and sucking his cock, and finally she nodded. “Good, because I need you, too.”

Chapter Eleven

He inhaled deeply, took in the light floral scent of her hair, and closed his eyes. He’d never thought he’d find a woman that made him feel alive again, that made him feel like he didn’t have to fight to try to survive. Just being with Tasha made things good, better, and he didn’t want to let that go.

Larson was used to taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but he’d always be gentle with her, show her every second of every day for the rest of his life that she meant so much to him. He’d tell her about Melanie, about his past, and let her know that he wasn’t replacing her with the memory of his deceased wife, but making new, glorious memories with the woman he’d grown to love. He’d show her that she meant more to him than anything else on this planet.

She pulled back and looked up at him, and he cupped the side of her face, smoothed his thumb along her cheek, and reveled in the fact her skin was buttery smooth. He leaned down and kissed her soft and slow.

“I want you so much,” she whispered against his mouth. “It seems I just want you so much more than the last time, and those feelings grow every second I’m with you, Larson.”

He groaned, kissed her hard and long, and loved that she was being honest with him. “I have things to tell you, too, but right now let’s just worry about the here and now, baby.”

She nodded, and he smiled against her lips.

With her hands still on his chest he felt her smooth them down his abdomen until she pressed her fingers against his erection that all but demanded to be free. She unzipped him, undid the button, and then she was wrapping her fingers around his erection. He groaned at the fact it she was bold enough to just touch him, to go after what she wanted. It made it that much more pleasurable.

Moving his hand behind her head, he cupped her, held her as he deepened the kiss, and moved his tongue faster and harder against hers. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to show her that he could be a gentler man when it came to her.

When she moaned against him he moved his hands to cup her ass, squeezed the globes, and then lifted her easily. She wore these terrycloth type workout pants, ones that he’d seen her in at the gym as she worked the front desk. He’d imagined touching her, seeing how they felt as they molded to her ass.

Lifting her off the ground easily, he loved that she was all curved, all his. She wrapped her legs around his waist right away, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs, and he wished the material that separated her from him were gone. With their mouths still fused, and her legs wrapped around him firmly, he started to move them toward the bed. He laid her on the mattress, took a step back, and looked his fill at her.

“Take off the clothes, baby. I want to see every part of you.”

She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force. She slipped her pants and underwear off, tossed them aside, then went for her shirt and bra. The thatch of trimmed dark hair that covered the top of her mound beckoned him, but the sight of her bare pussy lips had pre-cum slipping from the tip of his cock. The way her legs were wide open, giving him that prime shot of her wet, swollen, and red pussy, made him feel feral. He grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at her luscious body, and groaned.

She sat up and reached for him. Tasha pushed his hand away, and although he wanted to be in control, he let her lead the way. She was the one who started moving her hand up and down his dick, grabbed his balls with her other hand, and made him on the verge of coming just from the gentle pressure and motion she tortured him with.

When she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the crown of his shaft, he about came right in her mouth. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and let the feel of her working him over wash through his entire body. She sucked on his cockhead, stroking the root of his erection, and he speared his hand in her hair. Larson thrust back and forth into her mouth gently at first, but the way she hollowed out her cheeks, sucked him in good and deep, had him nearly losing it. He pushed her back on the bed until she was lying on it once again, her legs spread, and her lips parted as she breathed in and out harshly from her arousal.

Tasha rested against the mattress and watched him. Larson lifted his hands and smoothed them down her legs. The sound of her swallowing filled the too quiet room. He quickly removed his clothing, not wanting to torment them any longer, but also impatient to be with her. When he stepped up to her again and touched her legs, all he did for a suspended moment was stare at where his hands rested on her inner thighs. A tightening started at the base of his spine the longer he stared at her pussy. He felt the same way she did, his feelings growing exponentially with every passing day, and the more time he spent with her.

“Please,” she whispered into the darkness. “I need you, Larson. I think I’ll always need you.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when he moved his fingers along her silky folds.

He needed to make this good for her because she didn’t deserve any less. “Look at me when I’m touching you, baby,” he said in a hard voice. He was hardened naturally from the experiences he’d gone through, but he was trying to be the man she deserved … the man that
he
deserved for himself.

She lifted her gaze to his, and for several long seconds he didn’t speak. They just stared at each other while he continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her inner thighs. Slowly he removed his hands from her. Sliding his palms up her body, he stopped right below her breasts. Larson could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. Moving onto his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft. He loved eating her out, loved licking the cream from her pussy, hearing her moan, and reveled in the fact that it was because of
him
she felt such pleasure.

She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath his lips, and he felt this rope in him draw tight before snapping in half. He started licking and sucking at her, wrapped his lips around her clit until she was pulling at his hair and moaning. She moved her hips back and forth, up and down, thrust her pussy firmly against his mouth, and then he felt her explode around him as she came.

“
Please
, Larson” she whispered, pleaded and begged into the darkness. “I need to feel you inside of me.” She lifted her head and stared at him.

“You’re so beautiful, Tasha, so giving and warm … so
mine
,” Larson whispered. “You’re mine, baby. No one will have you but me.”

“I don’t want anyone else to have me … ever.”

Although being gentle with her was coming more naturally than it ever had in his life, Larson still had to rein in his desire to thrust right into her. He caressed her in gentle sweeps of his fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin.

“Every part of you is mine.” He moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts. He couldn’t help but continue to tell her that she was his, irrevocably, undeniably. “Look at me.” He waited until she obeyed, and then he caressed her breasts, stroked her nipples, and loved that she arched into his touch.

He leaned up and took her mouth again, and Larson became lost in the sensations of their lips, tongues, and hands moving along each other’s bodies.

She ran the pads of her fingers across his bare chest, and he shook slightly when she moved over his scar. “I hope one day you’ll tell me how this happened, but until then I just want to love you, and when you feel comfortable telling me, I’ll love you even more.”

He froze at her words and the earnest, honest expression on her face. It had only been a short time since meeting her, but he knew, deep down, as soon as he touched her, let his emotions consume him, that this was the one woman he could be with truly. No woman had ever made him feel like that, feel like if he didn’t have her he’d lose his fucking mind, lose his sanity and not be able to return. But it wasn’t just about sex. It was about claiming Tasha as his.

“Tell me this is right, that you want this, too,” she said, as if she was delirious and trying to prove that what they were doing was right, that what they felt wasn’t wrong.

He gripped her chin in a soft hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and then he spoke. “This, right here, you and me, is what is right. It feels good because you are meant to be mine. Only the best things in life are worth fighting for, and if there was no battle in securing what you want, then it really isn’t worth it.” He stared into her face. “It took me a long time to realize that, Tasha.”

“Larson,” she said his name softly.

“
You
are worth fighting for.”

She swallowed, her throat working as she did.

“Now, just say you’ll be mine no matter what.”

“I’m yours, Larson.”

And then he kissed her hard and possessively, and knew that good things in life didn’t happen every day. He wasn’t about to take this for granted. Never again.

Chapter Twelve

His big body rested against Tasha’s, pressing her into the mattress and sending a lovely, heavy sensation coursing through her. She thought about what he’d said, about what she’d just said to him. It wasn’t strange to be in love with a man that she hadn’t known for very long, that she had also been pining after for the last year. There was something about him something that made her feel whole when she knew there was a part of her that was broken. But there was this darkness in Larson as well, a darkness that called to her, as strange as that seemed.

“I want you so much, baby,” he murmured against her throat, and she loved how his stubble scraped along her skin. He was so muscular, so big and heavy that she felt her breath leaving her. It was a pleasurable sensation, a safe feeling.

Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away. Whatever it was about Larson didn’t frighten her, didn’t make her question why she felt this intensity. It just was, and she accepted that.

Larson’s narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of his cock parted her lips. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbed her slickness along her pussy with his dick, and coated his shaft with her arousal. She was so ready for him she was about to scream. She was wet, unbelievably so. A guttural groan left him, and he jerked his hips forward.

“It feels so good, Tasha baby.
You
feel so good.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again, but harder this time.

Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down her cleft as he rocked against her. The tip of his erection bumped her clit on every upstroke, and Tasha had to bite her lip or she would have begged for him to move harder, faster. She rose up slightly and stared down the length of her body. She saw his cock moving between her folds, watched the tip of his shaft rubbing her clit, and saw the pre-cum spilling out of him.

“My need for you is so damn intense.” He was dry humping her, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. So, so close to feeling that explosion. She fell back on the bed and breathed out as the sensations moved through her. He had his mouth at her throat, was kissing and sucking at her skin, and she loved that he was erotically abusing her flesh.

He pushed up from her, one forearm braced on either side of her head, and looked down at her body. The dark slashes of his eyebrows were knitted in thought, and the muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble covered flesh.

Tasha pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed the underside of his jaw. He groaned, and she heard him inhale deeply. When she lay back down, she took Larson’s hand and placed it between her breasts. He braced himself on his other arm and stared down at where his hand was on her body. She then pushed his hand lower until he was cupping her pussy.

“I’m so wet for you,” she whispered, groaned. God, she was acting so wild and wanton.

“Yeah, baby, you’re really fucking primed for me,” he whispered.

He rubbed her clit softly for few seconds, back and forth until awareness traveled through her, starting between her legs and working its way up her body. Her nipples tightened as blood rushed to them. He latched his lips onto her neck again, licked and sucked at her skin until it felt abraded in a good way.

“You’re so responsive.” He ran his tongue up her throat. A moan left her, and he breathed out. Her senses were attuned to the little touches of his fingers on her body, to the scrape of his teeth on her collarbone, and to the rubbing motion of his hand between her thighs. He lowered his head, trailing wet kisses along the top of her breasts before finally latching his mouth on an aching, hard nipple.

God, so good.

The wet sounds of his lips around her turgid flesh filled the room. Larson’s harsh, guttural groans filled her ears. Without thinking, Tasha grabbed him behind the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers. She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of her was still on him, and she grew wetter from it. For several moments he gave in and allowed her to explore his mouth.

“I need to be with you without anything, Tasha, but I understand if you’re afraid.”

Her heart thundered at his statement.

“I’m clean, always used protection, but with you I want it to be different. I want to feel all of
you
.”

She was on the pill to regulate her period and also to help prevent any surprises with pregnancy if she actually had sex. Although she shouldn’t be stupid about this and insist he use a condom, she trusted Larson, loved him, and wanted this, too. “I trust you. I want to be with you …
all
of you.”

Larson looked down at her, and lifted his hand to run his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip. “No more waiting for that right moment to be with someone forever, Tasha.” He smoothed his finger over her cheeks now. “No more fighting to forget.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she knew that when the time was right he’d tell her. Larson moved his thumb back to her lips, and Tasha opened her mouth and sucked the digit between her lips. He moved his other hand between their bodies, bracing his weight on his elbow, and placed the tip of his dick at her entrance. She was so nervous, but she knew she wanted to do this more than anything else.

“So good, Tasha. You feel so good and right. Perfection.” He kissed the top of her head and continued to push into her.

She’d been with him already, but the stretching and burning sensation was still intense. And when he was fully inside of her she sighed. The feeling of being completely filled by the man she loved was breathtaking. He cupped both sides of her face and kissed her possessively.

“Tasha…” Larson said softly, but harshly, and started moving back and forth in her, slow and easy at first. The broad head of his dick stretched her when he got to the entrance of her body, and then he pushed into her again. He did this over and over again until she was sweating with pleasure and pain. With every inch he sank into her, Tasha felt filled, claimed.

“So good, baby.”

He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. She rose up on her elbows once more, saw the massive, long, thick length of him pull out of her.

“You’re mine. I’m tired of fighting myself for it, and just want to give in.” He growled out the words, and thrust back into her. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength. A gush of moisture slipped from her, further aiding in his penetration. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her hips in hopes he’d go faster.

Beads of sweat dotted his brow and chest, sliding down his hard, tattooed and scarred body, and making her more aroused. She wanted his sweat to drip on her as he pounded into her. She wanted to just …
feel
.

“I know you’re holding back, and I don’t want that, Larson.” Something shifted behind his dark eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t control himself after she said the words. His cock slid in and out of her, the momentum faster and harder as his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.

“
Christ
, baby,” he said harshly. He leaned back on his haunches and gripped her inner thighs. When he pushed her legs impossibly wider and stared down at where his cock sank into her pussy, she felt herself go higher in her arousal. When he lifted his gaze back to hers he said hoarsely, “Look. Watch as I take you.”

The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met once again, the ecstasy rose. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and the glossiness from her cream shone on his dick. He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, and then she exploded without any preamble.

Lights flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her. But Larson didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t breathe. When the world came back into focus the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again. He looked wild, untamed, and full of heat. Sweat dripped down his chest in droplets and landed on her breasts. His super short hair was wet from his perspiration, but he had never looked so good to her.

Before she could even blink, he moved onto his back and had her straddling him. His hands were on her waist, and he lifted her, forcing his cock to almost slip out before he impaled her on him again. Tasha’s head spun as he did this continuously. All she could do was brace herself with her hands on his pectoral muscles as he fucked her on his shaft.

Grunts and groans left him and grew louder, and she knew he was close. Taking matters into her own hands, Tasha pressed all the way down on him and ground her pussy on his pelvis. She was sensitive, sore even, but she wasn’t going to stop this. A gasp left her when her clit rubbed against the short, coarse hairs on his lower belly.

“Yeah, baby. Fuck.” He tightened his hold on her waist as she took over the rocking motions. Up and down she moved, sinking harder and faster on his cock until her head grew dizzy from it all. She was going to come again.

The taste of sweet release was so close that on the next down stroke she ground her clit against him. The explosion inside of her rivaled the one before. She threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him for his cum. Larson dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release. If it were possible, she felt him harden even further inside of her.

She collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing loud. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other. The heavy length of him was still buried in her body, and spasms continued to travel through her. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his damp chest, she listened to the sound of his heart beating.

After several minutes of silence, and the feel of Larson stroking his fingers up and down her spine, she pushed back and braced herself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second he just looked at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her cheek.

“I’ve waited a long time for you, Tasha.”

Her heart stalled, just stopped right in her chest.

“Larson…”

“It’s the truth, Tasha, and I want to make this work, no matter what.”

She smiled, lay on her side right up against him, and stared at the ceiling. “I want that, too.” She looked over at him. He was staring at the ceiling, too, his jaw locked tight as he looked deep in thought. “I love you, Larson, I really do,” she said softly, and when he looked at her Tasha’s heart jumped in her throat.

“I love you, too, baby, and everything will work out because I’ll make sure it does.” He kissed her on the forehead, and she loved this gentleness in him. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or anything take you away from me, not even me. I swear I’ll be a good man to you, make sure you’re safe.”

Good, because thinking of Larson not by her side was painful, and she didn’t want to have to go through that, not now that she knew he felt the same way for her.