Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (5 page)

He worked his way
around to my back and unclasped my bra. The straps slipped down my
arms, and he grabbed the expensive piece of lace and threw it to the
side, a worthless annoyance. He looked down at my naked breasts like
a starving man at a banquet.

“Fucking gorgeous,”
he exhaled as he dove down again, capturing my breast in his mouth,
sucking hard on my erect nipple.

“Yes!” I hissed,
grabbing his thick hair in my hand, wanting to keep him down at my
chest exactly like that. I’d felt a lot of things while men had
played with my breasts in the past. Vaguely bored, slightly
uncomfortable, mildly aroused. Now, I mashed his face down hoping
he’d never stop. When his teeth found my nipple, I screamed.

He chuckled, satisfied
with the depth of my reaction, licking his way over to my other
aching tip. “That feel good, Violet?” he asked as his tongue
danced around my nipple, circling, flicking, teasing.

“Oh!” I panted,
pushing my sex against him, feeling closer to orgasm than I’d
gotten during sex with some partners. Why was he talking and not
sucking? I didn’t want him using that mouth for anything other
than—

“Ah!” All thought
vanished from my mind as he took my other nipple into his mouth, full
and hard and bit down. Mouth open, eyes wide, I gasped with the pain
and pleasure, my fingers digging into his shoulders. What was this
man doing to me? How had I gone so long in my life without feeling
like this? This was what it was all about, all the fuss, all the
crazy I’d heard from my friends dragging themselves into work the
next day with hickies and bruises and lost contact lenses from a wild
night before.

I’d never known. How
had I been missing the boat? Well, I was on the boat now, and I
wasn’t planning on getting off any time soon. Getting off, but not
getting off.

“Mmmm,” I groaned,
working my hands down his big, broad chest. Such definition. He was
like a sculpture, the Great American Male, his pecs and his ab
muscles so rigid and defined. And lower, that huge bulge. He groaned
as I found it, caressing its powerful length underneath his jeans. He
was gigantic. Epic proportions. I gazed down at the size of his shaft
bulging through the denim, still clothed, wrapped up, but I wanted it
out.

My mouth down again to
his throat, I kissed, sucked and my fingers snuck over to the button
at the waistband of his jeans. I wanted into that playground. But
even my fingers lost their determined path as he took my breasts into
his mouth again, sucking, licking, devouring me just the way I
needed.

“Heath!” I cried
out as he brought his hands down to my hips and ground me against
him, thrusting up against me as he sucked on my nipple. “Oh!” I
could only steady myself by clutching his forearms, so freaking big
and corded with muscle, as he brought himself up again, his long,
solid shaft hitting me exactly where I needed it. I was so slick, so
needy, even though we both still wore our jeans. It was like high
school, making out in some guy’s car, only no high school boy had
ever made me feel anywhere near like this.

I had to have him up
inside of me. I had to have it now. I could imagine how good he’d
feel, how he’s sink up into me, how wide he’d stretch me. It
would probably be hard to take him all the way in, but I was so wet
and I wanted it so badly I bet I could do it, work myself down on him
and then we could fuck, right there, in his truck, me on his lap. I’d
probably come in 60 seconds, then again and again.

“Fuck.” That swear
from Heath took on a decidedly different tone. Frustration, anger. He
used those amazing, broad, powerful hands to pull me exactly where I
didn’t want to go, up and off of his lap, back into the passenger
seat. He reached down and grabbed the first thing he could find, my
enormous parka, and threw it over my chest.

“Put that on,” he
growled.

“What—?”
Confused, dazed and disappointed, I then saw out the window the
figures of two men walking to their trucks. Parked a few feet away
from the truck where we went at it, humping away, me topless and
close to orgasm. Shit. I pulled the parka around me, managing to slip
my arms into its depths and tugging the rest around me like a
blanket. Had they seen anything?

The men stopped for a
second, talking to each other. Then one headed into his truck and the
other into his. Neither looked our way. I exhaled. Didn’t seem like
they’d seen us.

“Jesus.” Heath ran
a shaking hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. I looked down
at my lap, swathed in parka. What had almost just happened? It had
been like a tsunami of lust, crashing over us and sweeping us away.
I’d experienced big waves before and thought they were really big,
as big as they got. Turned out I’d been in the kiddie pool.

“That was…” He
rubbed his hand against his chin, looking out the window to his left.
Away from me.

I nodded, my hands
pressed into my thighs as if to steady myself even though I was
sitting down. I felt like I’d just stepped off of a ride on a
roller coaster.

“I don’t think they
saw you.” He shook his head, as if trying to wake himself from a
foggy dream. “Damn, I didn’t mean to—”

“I don’t think they
saw anything.” I didn’t want him beating himself up over it. I’d
jumped him as much as he’d attacked me.

“Right.” He brought
his hands to the steering wheel. He cleared his throat. I looked out
the window to my right.

Frustration seething
through my body, I told myself it was a good thing that those guys
had walked past us. They’d provided a much-needed dose of reality.
It didn’t work to get blinded by passion. That never played out
well. It had felt really fucking good, but who was this guy, really?
I shouldn’t get so carried away with him. It wasn’t like me. I
must just feel disoriented from a long travel day. Better to cross my
legs and let him drive me the ten minutes to my condo. Then I could
climb into bed and give myself the blisteringly crazy intense orgasm
I could still feel I desperately needed.

“That was, um…”
He paused again, still gripping the steering wheel tight. Then he
seemed to get a grip himself. “That won’t happen again,” he
declared, turning the key decisively in the ignition.

“No,” I agreed,
sounding equally firm. You know what else had felt firm? Hard, solid
as a fucking rock? And it had felt so good, the seam of my jeans
pressing into my swollen, slick clit as I’d ground down onto his
cock.

Exhaling, I laced my
fingers through my hair, clasping it all behind me into a ponytail. I
didn’t have a holder, though, so I let it fall again down my back.
Staring out the window to my right, away from him, I focused on the
scene outside. The snow-laden street, the quaint red building with
the porch and a sign outside hanging from two chains proclaiming “All
You Need.” It looked like a classic country store, the type that
might sell homemade jams from an orchard around the corner and fudge
made by grandma down the street.

All you need.
Interesting concept. Why was my heart sinking as he drove me swiftly
through the storm along a dark, wooded street? He was taking me where
I needed to go, my condo. Then I’d be back in the saddle. I could
take a hot shower or a long bath, soothe my frayed nerves, unpack my
things the way I liked them and attain a sense of order once again.

Because what had just
happened in his truck? That had been disordered. Not on the program.
I didn’t know what the next few weeks entailed, but Heath was not
on the menu.

He’d be great for the
show, though. I could picture him like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike
XXL, in his workshop, shirtless, maybe wearing some kind of a
metalworker helmet. We’d have ratings through the roof.

That feeling that he
was mine all mine? That he was the candy and I was the only one who
got to unwrap him? I’d just have to tamp that down deep.

Heath

They’d almost seen
her, walking over to their trucks. How had I gotten so caught up I’d
almost done that to her? Exposed her like that? That was just plain
stupid and careless. I knew those guys. They worked down at the
lumberyard. They weren’t bad guys, but they weren’t the type you
wanted seeing your woman’s naked breasts.

Not that she was my
woman. But those naked breasts of hers. Hot damn. Clutching the
steering wheel, I focused on the road ahead. This storm wasn’t
anything I hadn’t seen before, and I knew the way like the back of
my hand. But her breasts were still so close, within arm’s reach.
Buried underneath that ridiculous parka, but still, I knew she didn’t
have a shirt on. Just a zipper between me and paradise.

Seated next to me, she
pulled out her pink rhinestone cell phone and tapped at it with her
manicured nails. Not my type. Hadn’t I told her exactly that? Right
before I’d attacked her in the cab of my truck.

I shifted my weight in
the seat, the zipper of my jeans pressing uncomfortably against my
rock hard cock. What the fuck had just happened between us? I’d
always enjoyed women. I was a big man with a healthy appetite. But
that was next level.

Sure, I’d been
leading a solitary life, but that wasn’t because I didn’t like
sex. The only reason I’d abstained so much was all the
complications surrounding intimacy. I knew some guys who could fuck
for sport, no problem with one and done. That hadn’t been my
experience of it, though. The women I’d been with, I wanted to be
with, but that was difficult to manage when what you wanted most was
solitude.

Typically, my need to
get away from it all easily won out over my need to be with women.
I’d had a couple of starts of something over the past few years,
but I’d never felt the pull too strong. Letting someone get close
to me, there was a lot at stake. A lot to lose. No one had seemed
worth the risk.

But I’d never felt
anything like I had just then with Violet. It didn’t make sense.
I’d only just met her. But holding her, kissing her, sucking her
breasts and feeling her grinding against me, it had felt like
drowning, only I never wanted anyone to throw me a life preserver.
The way she responded when I touched her, how I could feel her
shaking with need, shivering at my touch, gasping and clawing at me.

I would never have
guessed. She was so put together, so done up. I’d have thought
she’d be restrained, too worried about messing up her hair to lose
herself. What if she chipped a nail? But she hadn’t shown any of
that. She had an electric current pulsing through her. It was as if
she’d tried to button herself up, keep herself under wraps. Now it
was my job to let the wild woman out.

Sitting together,
mostly clothed, I could tell she’d gotten so close. As she’d
bucked against me with such abandon, I could smell her, her desire,
so sweet and needy. I needed to get my fingers on her, unbutton her
jeans. She’d be so wet for me. It would feel so sweet to dig my
fingers in, slide them along her, find her clit, watch her toss her
head back and come like she needed to. She’d be so beautiful. That
scream she’d made when I’d bit her perfect nipple, so hard and
aching for my touch. She’d scream just like that, mashing her sex
down on my fingers, and I’d milk that orgasm from her, dragging it
out, showing no mercy until she sank down into my arms, spent.

“I think you need to
turn right here.” She pointed out her window at the road I drove
past.

Damn it, she was right.
The one bar of service on her cell phone was giving her access to GPS
and that seemed to be functioning better than my brain just now. A
computer didn’t get turned on. A GPS system could sit right next to
a gorgeous woman raring to go and still process decisions like
turning right.

I made a U-turn and
found my way back to the road. We were only a couple of miles away
from Gary’s. I could suggest she call him, make sure he was home
and ready for her to stop by and pick up her key. Only she probably
didn’t need to. Gary was an older married man, set in his ways and
not likely to venture out in a snowstorm without a damn good reason.
And maybe part of me, just part, hoped there had been a damn good
reason. Because if he wasn’t home then she’d have nowhere to
stay. Except back at my cabin with me.

“How long are you in
town for?” I wondered aloud. Would I be seeing her again, picking
her way along the ice and snow-covered sidewalks downtown in her
heels? Walking into a bar as I tried to pass the time shooting the
shit with a buddy? She’d be a lot harder to stay away from if she
stuck around.

“Not long,” she
answered, and I felt relieved and disappointed all at once. I tried
to go with the relief. Chances were I wouldn’t even like this girl
if I got to know her. I already knew she was impractical, reckless
and had spent more on her appearance at that moment—hair, nails,
clothes, skin, jewelry—than I had in the last month.

Skin. She had great
skin, so soft, like the petals of a flower. And she smelled so good,
sitting close to me in the cab of my truck. I could still hear the
sounds she’d made as I touched her, the moans and pants. The way
she squirmed on my lap, trying to get closer, like even the slightest
distance from me was too much.

What would it be like
to get more of her? To have the time to lay her down and play? To
explore every inch, take the time to enjoy her, taste her. The way
she almost got off so hot and fast on my lap, I wondered how crazy I
could make her if I treated her right.

“You around
tomorrow?” I found the words slipping out of my mouth before I’d
thought twice about asking. I shouldn’t ask if she were around
tomorrow. I had shit to do. Like not spend time with a crazy L.A.
girl who was nothing but trouble.

“I um…” She
fiddled with her thin gold necklace, playing with the delicate chain
between her fingers. She did that when she was nervous, I could
already tell. I seemed to make her nervous. I couldn’t decide if
that was a good or bad thing. “I have a…Sam is coming to meet me.
He’ll be here tomorrow.”