Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (20 page)

“That’s amazing.”
He looked at me with such admiration I instantly blushed and realized
how much I’d been tooting my own horn.

“I’m sorry, I don’t
know why I’m telling you all this.”

“No, I love learning
about you. You have a lot to be proud of. I don’t even have a
college degree.”

“Well, there’s
nothing to be ashamed of about that!” I rushed in, kicking myself.
I bet I’d sounded like an ass, and I hoped I hadn’t made him feel
self-conscious. “Lots of people can’t afford a four year degree.
And look at what you’ve accomplished without one! You’re making
amazing stuff, furniture and art, and it sounds like people are
snapping it up!”

He shifted in his seat,
looking down and playing with his dessert, a house-made ice cream.
Man, I’d been on so many dates where the guy wouldn’t shut up
about how awesome he was, and now here I was finally out with a man
who blew me away and I’d spent the whole of it talking about
myself.

“I feel like I don’t
know much about you.” I looked up, shyly. “I mean, I know you’re
really talented and you live here up in the woods, but…” I
shrugged.

“What else do you
want to know?” He looked tense all of a sudden. I hadn’t meant to
pry. I’d meant it in a good way.

“I’m not trying to
do a background check,” I said defensively. “Unless I should?”
I tried to tease.

“No criminal record.”
He shook his head, looking slightly amused.

“Well, did you grow
up here in Vermont? What’s your family like?”

The waitress passed by.
Heath let go of my hand to signal that we were ready for the check. I
sighed and put my napkin on the table. Here I was trying to get to
know him better and he’d basically flagged down a taxi to head out.

“Violet.” He
reached over and took my upset hand once again in his. Something
about his touch, the warmth, the roughness of his fingers, the way he
enveloped me, stroking my skin. Ooh, that man knew how to hold hands.
He looked into my eyes and there it was again, that rushing sense of
just right.

“I didn’t grow up
here and my family’s not like me,” he said, level. “But none of
that matters. What matters is right now.”

Right now I was feeling
all kinds of tingly, looking at him sitting across from me. That
table was a whole lot in the way all of a sudden, such a barrier
between me and his lap. I could almost feel him pulling me there, his
huge arms wrapping around me, his lips down to meet mine, drinking me
in.

“Let’s get out of
here,” he said. My thoughts exactly.

He waved away my offer
to pay. Honestly, I could expense it so it really made sense, and I
couldn’t imagine he made that much as a metalworker. But he
insisted.

“Thank you so much,”
I said as he helped me into my parka. “I love this place. What a
lovely surprise.”

“This isn’t the
surprise.”

He caught my hand in
his again and had a gleam in his eye like a kid with a secret hiding
place. “Are you ready?”

A half an hour later
Heath had me standing in the pitch dark at the top of a hill in the
middle of nowhere.

“Um, this is…neat,”
I said, not exactly sure what was going on. He’d driven me there in
his truck and then told me to stand and wait for a sec while he got
something.

He chuckled. “Hold
on.”

When he returned, he
had a large, round plastic disc big enough for two. As if on cue, a
full moon emerged from behind the clouds and illuminated the hill.
Before us stretched a smooth, clear and seemingly endless expanse of
fluffy, new snow.

“Are you ready?”

Before I could answer,
he grabbed me and pulled me down to sit between his legs on the
plastic thing. Right at the top of the long, steep decline. “What
are we doing?” I gasped.

“Hold on!” I
wrapped my arms around his large thighs on either side of me as he
brought us forward with two strong pushes and suddenly we were up and
over the top and speeding, sliding, hurtling down the wild hillside
as I screamed at the top of my lungs. Trees passed in a blur, my
heart hammered and I gulped in lungfuls of cold air as we flew
through the night. It felt like a magic carpet sailing through a path
in woods, until we slowly, gently came to a halt.

It took a second to
catch my breath, until I could say what all kids did right after they
did something Totally Awesome, “AGAIN!”

We must have climbed on
back up, huffing and puffing, then flown our way down seven or eight
times, each launch plotting our course and strategy to gain maximum
velocity. Growing up in New Jersey, there’d been a small hump near
a school people had called a sledding hill. I remembered rides there
as slushy, crowded and short. Nothing like what we had going. We were
ready for the Olympics.

“You ready?” Heath
asked, whispering in my ear, prepping us for our flight.

“OK, remember, we
lean right at the third tree,” I reminded him.

“Then left at the
rock.”

Off we flew, leaning
and guiding our course, probably breaking the sound barrier we rocked
it so hard. At the bottom, we lay together, laughing in exhilaration,
so warm I didn’t even feel the cold of the snow. Up above,
limitless stars shown in the now cloudless sky, the full moon
illuminating each and every branch with a pale glow. Our breath
puffed together, and Heath reached over, pulling me next to him, my
head resting in the crook of his arm.

“That was fun.” He
kissed the top of my head.

“That was amazing.”
I rested my hand on his chest, perfectly content in the middle of the
snowy winter’s night.

Heath

In the morning light,
Violet looked even more beautiful than I could believe. Delicate and
curvy and delicious. So much smaller than me, I wanted to protect her
as much as I wanted to ravish her. I knew I never wanted another man
to touch her ever again.

The sheets had slid
down and she lay there, revealed entirely to me. Reaching over, I
traced my fingers along her smooth stomach, up and over the curve of
her hip. She was like a work of art, and I was the lucky man allowed
to touch the exhibit. Sliding my hand along her smooth, pink skin, I
reached around and cupped her ass, so round and perfect. My cock
hardened at the memory of spanking her the other night, how wet she’d
gotten from it, the feel of her soft buttocks under my firm hand.

She was still mostly
asleep, but a luscious purr came from her throat and she parted her
legs slightly for me, as if on instinct. Her body knew what it wanted
even if her brain hadn’t fully awakened yet. I’d be happy to
gratify. Slowly, I slid a finger between her legs, up along her
pussy. She purred again as I stroked, coaxing the pleasure from her,
drawing out her slick desire.

I savored the sight of
her lying there in my bed, naked. That’s where she should always
be, granting me instant access. She’d told me she was supposed to
head back to L.A. some time next week. That meant less than seven
days together. I wanted to keep her there in my cabin, naked, every
one of them.

She was getting so
slippery wet. I grinned in satisfaction as a moan escaped from her
sleepy, gorgeous lips that still looked a little swollen from the
night before. After sledding we’d done a whole lot of kissing. My
beard was nothing like the beards I’d grown in the past, but I’d
shave what was left of it off if it bothered her. Even though a crazy
part of me liked seeing the tangible effect I’d had on her, her
swollen lips, cheeks pink from where I’d scratched her. Pink like
her ass had gotten when I’d smacked it.

Up, I pressed, then
stroked and circled her perfect clit. She was so sensitive and I was
addicted to figuring out what would make her crazy, stoke her fires
until she exploded at my touch.

“Oh!” Her eyes
fluttered open and she reached out and grabbed my bicep. I loved how
she touched me, like she was amazed by my size and strength. She made
me feel like the most powerful man in the world. She met my gaze with
a mixture of surprise and lust.

I could keep on playing
with her, lazy in the morning, but I wanted her to come. I wanted to
watch her lose control. I plunged my finger up into her wet hole. She
moaned, digging her fingernails into my muscle. I liked it when she
marked me, too. I was her man.

“Ride my fingers,
baby,” I spoke to her low and intimate. “I want to watch you
come.”

She did as she was
told, grinding down on me, pushing her clit against my thumb, eager,
insistent. As hungry for me as I was for her.

“That’s it,” I
praised her, mesmerized by her desire. Reaching up, I pinched one of
her exposed, naked nipples. Stiff and peaked, I gave it a brief twist
and she moaned, eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,
Violet.” She was getting close, making little grunts and pants, and
I wanted to look into her eyes when she came. I pushed down right on
her clit. “Now come.”

She did, her mouth
opening so wide, calling out. That moment, I wanted to freeze it,
hold onto it, the feel of her wet, pulsing heat surrounding my
fingers, her shudders and spasms. Then she looked at me afterward,
glowing and amazed, and that moment was pretty great, too.

“Good morning!” she
exclaimed, looking extremely pleased.

“Good morning.” I
smiled at her and gave her a swift kiss.

She smiled at me,
shyly. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” I winked
at her. “Thanks for taking me sledding last night,” she added.

“Thanks for spend the
night.” I brushed her hair back from her face.

“Thanks for waking me
up right.”

She looked at me, lying
buck naked beside her. Good thing I had a king size bed. I
practically filled the thing on my own. Her eyes took in my
shoulders, my chest and arms like she marveled over what she saw,
then traveled lower where my cock stood out hard and full. The feel
of her slick sweetness had turned me on so much.

Slowly, still slightly
shy with me, her hand drifted down my abs, down farther until she
wrapped her fingers around my cock. It made me hiss with pleasure,
balling the sheet in my fists it felt so good. Her hand looked small
as it worked its way along my length. I grit my teeth as she stroked
me, slow and torturous. I wanted inside her again, up inside heaven,
but her touch felt so intensely good, too. I closed my eyes in a wave
of desire.

“You’re so big,
Heath,” she whispered, worshipping my cock. I groaned and opened my
eyes again, loving the sight of her hand on my shaft. I had some
precome on my tip and she was fixated on it, mesmerized. She licked
her lips and I groaned again, knowing she liked what she saw. She
took her thumb and spread the precome along my tip, caressing me,
tracing the outline of my slick crown.

“I love your cock,”
she murmured, stroking my full length.

That was it. I was only
human. I couldn’t take any more. I needed to slide into her deep. I
rolled to the side and grabbed a condom from my nightstand. Then I
grabbed her and flipped her around onto her side, pulling her hips
back toward me. She arched her back and offering herself to me,
letting me pull her outer thigh up slightly so I could position
myself at her slick entrance. As I held my cock there, she stiffened.

“You ready baby?” I
asked, knowing I was big and it was a lot for her to take.

“Yes, please, Heath,”
she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

“I know I stretch
you.”

“I love it,” she
moaned.

I sank into her, my
cock into her hot, slick pussy, my teeth into the soft skin along her
neck. I had to own her, eat her, take her, make her mine. She
screamed as I filled her. I had to push to do it, shove my way into
her tight, wet pussy, holding on firm at her hip. I filled her to the
hilt and then started in, fucking her from behind, ramming into her
with wet, slick sounds of our fucking, my balls slapping against her
ass.

“Uh, uh,” she began
groaning, her hand fisting the pillow. I was fucking her hard and
relentless. She clutched at the sheets and I heard a loud rip. Who
cared about those sheets, anyway? What I cared about was making my
woman crazy.

She had her eyes closed
and was crying out now as I pushed harder, more urgent, pumping into
her again and again. “Is it too much, baby?” I grit out.

“No!” she moaned.
“Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

I swelled even bigger
at her words. She was so small and tight but so eager. I moved
faster, drilling into her, grabbing her by the hip and holding her so
I could fuck her just the way I wanted. She cried out, her body
starting to shudder.

“Are you going to
come, Violet?” I growled, gruff, fucking her like an animal.

“Yes, yes,” she
moaned. I reached around and found her clit, so slippery, so
desperate for me. But she waited. I knew what she was waiting for.

“You want me to tell
you when to come, baby?” I whispered, low and wicked in her ear.
She liked how I commanded her, how I took control and owned her as I
fucked her.

“Ah!” she pleaded
without words, my question driving her right up to the brink. I could
feel her orgasm begging for release, burning within her.

“Come,” I growled,
and she exploded at my word, screaming and coming all around my cock.
I came then, too, her tight pussy milking it out of my cock, my own
release so intense everything nearly turned black. I kept coming and
coming, the pleasure pumping out in a powerful, long explosion.

Panting, sweaty,
holding onto her as our heartbeats raced, I knew I’d never get
enough of this woman.

§

Saturday night was
hockey night in Watson. Everyone knew that, and everyone turned out
for it dressed in team colors and ready to shout and yell until they
had no voice left.

Sure, the world knew
about the Red Sox vs. the Yankees. The Celtics vs. the Lakers. The
Bruins vs. the Canadians. What was it with Boston teams? But, anyway,
those rivalries might be more well known, but they weren’t more
deeply felt. Fans of teams in the Vermont state youth hockey
association Brought It.