Chapter 10

Don’t let anyone ever treat you like you’re a yellow Starburst. You’re a fucking pink, motherfucker! Don’t let anyone ever tell you differently!

-Words of wisdom

Raven

The moment his mouth descended to my nipple my brain short-circuited.

I’m not talking about forgetting how to speak, either.

I forgot to fucking breathe.

“Take a breath,” he whispered as he noticed I wasn’t breathing. “This’ll work better if you participate.”

“I can’t move my arms,” I informed him.

He grinned, and it was then that I realized that he still had my nipple between his top and bottom teeth.

“You can move if you want to move,” he replied as he switched to my other breast.

I moaned as he did, my eyes crossing as he started to suck on my nipples in short, sharp pulls.

Each suck had my body shimmying.

Wolf’s eyes were on mine, though, and they were clearly telling me to ‘stay still.’

So I chose to stay still, allowing him to do with me what he wanted.

His hand smoothed up my side, and suddenly I found my arm up and over my head as his arm came back down to rest just above the bend of my elbow.

“Keep your arms up high,” he ordered me. “I want to suck your pussy.”

My mouth dropped open.

“That’s not…” he stopped me before I could get the full sentence out of my mouth.

“Shhh,” he said. “We’re doing this my way, and you’ll like it.”

When I would’ve replied to that, too, he stopped playing with my breasts and moved until we were eye level.

“You know.”

I feigned innocence.

“I know what?” I asked sweetly. Deviously.

He pushed the sheet down, leaning on one knee to remove it from underneath him before doing the same for the other side.

The moment it was clear of my body, I tried to cover up out of instinct.

He caught my hands before I could make it, and then straddled my waist.

“Keep your hands up here, or I’ll have to get creative.” Wolf put my hands up where he wanted them, and then let them go.

I immediately grabbed for his hair which was tickling my breasts, sinking my fingers so deep that I thought he’d never pry them loose.

He, however, showed me that he didn’t give a shit if it hurt as he pulled my fingers from his hair, and I didn’t let up an inch on those luscious locks of black hair.

The moment my fingers were free, he leaned over and grabbed my bra from the bedside table, a place where I wouldn’t have put it, and did some maneuvering against the wrought iron headboard.

I started to writhe against him, but he stilled my hips by settling his weight onto me.

“Still,” he ordered, moving forward so fast that I jumped.

His eyes came so close to mine that I blinked.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing up at what he was doing above my head and then meeting his eyes once again.

“I’m tying you to the bed,” he said so casually that my mouth dropped open in surprise.

“You can’t do that,” I said, yanking my hands down.

“Yes, I can,” he showed me by doing just that.

His hands moved like lightning, twirling and circling my hands so fast that I never even saw it coming.

I yanked again and got about an inch of give before the elastic of my bra straps caught and yanked my hands back against the frame where Wolf had tied them.

“Told you to stay still,” he muttered. “You want to do this on your back or your knees?”

I blinked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“If you don’t pick one or the other,” he said, getting off of my hips and standing.

My eyes finally chose that moment to take him in.

He wasn’t wearing anything truly great, but what he had on, he worked. Well.

Faded blue jeans that looked like they would probably be more productive as a dust rag than an article of clothing sat low on his hips. A white t-shirt that was tight as sin and would be indecent on anyone but him.

It was splayed so tightly across his chest that I could make out each tiny bump on his hard nipples.

His pecs stood out starkly against the white fabric.

However, it was the bulge in his jeans that my eyes were drawn to.

His hands came up to smooth down his abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans to hook into the fabric before he lifted his shirt, and undid his belt.

He carefully laid the belt down, which I now saw had a gun attached to it, onto the floor beside the bed.

The next to go was the t-shirt, which he hooked at the back of the collar.

He then proceeded to do what every hot guy did when they took their shirt off.

Hunching his shoulders, he bent forward and removed the t-shirt, removing first one arm followed shortly by the next.

The t-shirt was thrown onto the floor next to his belt, and I gulped.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Rave,” he whispered gruffly.

I licked my lips and finally made my way past his taut abs, taking in his black beard and equally dark hair.

My eyes finally settled on his.

“I know,” I cleared my throat. “I’m just taking in the view.”

He rolled his eyes, and then my heart rate started to pick up as he reached for the button of his blue jeans.

I licked my lips as he unzipped, and then nearly cried out when he let the jeans hang on his hips before crawling back into the bed with me.

“You’re not answering my earlier question,” he said as he settled in between my legs.

I widened them as far as I could to allow him access without thinking, then immediately realized what I was doing and tried to close my legs.

He caught both of my thighs with large hands, and pushed them flat to the bed.

My thighs screamed in protest, but the look in Wolf’s eyes held no mercy.

“Wolf,” I tried to say.

He grinned.

“I’m going to choose since it’s obvious that you can’t,” he said, taking one leg and lifting it up and over his head until my legs were closed.

I started to protest, but before I could even get a word out I was flipped onto my belly, my face going into the bedding with the suddenness of the move.

I tried to push up and move my head out of the cloud like pillows, but before I could find purchase my hands caught on the elastic that was tying them to the frame and I face planted again.

Wolf’s hands on my hips had me stilling, and my heart started to hammer in anticipation.

As fully exposed as I was, I should feel more embarrassed.

I wasn’t. How could I be when one of the world’s sexiest men was touching me? Rubbing his hands up and down my thighs like he wanted nothing more but to feel his skin against mine?

And that was exactly what he was doing.

He was taking his time, getting to know my body with his.

“Your skin is so light compared to mine,” he cleared his throat. “I need you to say yes.”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation.

He chuckled darkly, and then I felt his beard against my backside.

Shivers started to race up my spine and down my legs, following the path his lips were taking up and down my ass.

When that perfect set of lips stopped at the very bottom of my ass, right where all the good stuff started, blood rushed to my face.

His beard was tickling my clit, and I couldn’t help but squirm.

He chuckled darkly against my skin, and then his hands started to move further down.

Abruptly, his hands parted my thighs even wider, stealing my breath from my lungs with the suddenness of it.

“I’ve dreamed of being here, between your legs, for months,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re ready for what I’m about to give you?”

I laughed darkly.

“Wolf,” I turned my head to the side so he could hear me more clearly.

“I’m not traumatized,” I informed him. “I’m so far from traumatized by what those jerkoffs did to me it’s not even funny. I’m more traumatized by what they did to July than what they did to me…”

Before I could talk more, he reached up and covered my mouth.

“A yes or no would’ve been sufficient,” he rasped, his finger dipping into my mouth.

With no choice, I sucked his finger into my mouth and nursed on it like it was his cock, my tongue circling around the tip, nipping and swirling.

He abruptly yanked his finger from my mouth.

“Might wanna check that mouth of yours while I eat you,” he said. “The neighbors I saw coming in looked like the type to call the staff if you get too loud.”

Before I could add a word to the conversation, he flipped to his back and slid between my thighs.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered me.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened.

“I can’t sit on your face. I’m a big boned woman! I’ll smother you!” I yelled out, nodding towards my hips for emphasis.

Wolf snorted and shoved my thighs out with the bulk of his arms, forcing me to sit on his face whether I wanted to or not.

My vagina practically landed in his mouth, and his tongue immediately started to assault my clit.

The coarse hair of his beard tickled me along my inner thighs and grated teasingly along every single inch of my pussy.

When his fingers moved, I wasn’t expecting it.

I’d gotten so into riding his face, not caring whether or not I was smothering him – surely he’d tap out if I was close to killing him – that I just wasn’t prepared.

I honestly had no idea, I was the most inexperienced person in Texas.

What Wolf was doing to me, what I was feeling… the moment his fingers became acquainted with the inside walls of my pussy, I started to come.

And come hard.

One second I was riding the feel-good train, and the next my eyes were crossing in bliss.

I screamed, so loud and long, that Wolf slid up between me and the bed and shut my mouth with his own.

I tasted myself on him, and I started to go wild.

I could smell myself, too. It was an oddly erotic experience, one that I never thought would be as arousing as it was.

The sheer naughtiness of the act had my libido going from rearing-and-ready-to-go to get-inside-me-now.

I broke the kiss to draw in some much-needed oxygen to my brain and stared at him.

“Condom. And untie me,” I ordered harshly, panting lightly.

He grinned and released my hands from their bindings. Then he reached for something in his pocket, and I finally realized why the jeans had stayed on.

“Clever man,” I said to him. “Now take them off.”

He pushed on my belly and I took the hint, giving him room to work the jeans down the long length of his thighs.

His knees bumped into my ass, one at a time, and I groaned as the coarse hair covering his thighs brushed against my still sensitive skin.

Then I felt his hands working between us, all the while his eyes stayed on mine, eyes locked in place.

“More light,” I pleaded with him. “I want to see us.”

He reached blindly for the light next to the bed and flicked it on, temporarily blinding me as he replaced his hands on my hips.

He tilted his hips, and suddenly the tip of his cock was at my entrance.

After a quick study of my face and my willingness to continue, he started to ease inside.

My mouth dropped open as his length filled me, one delicious thick inch at a time, until he was buried so deep inside of me that I could hardly find any breath to fill my lungs.

Then he bottomed out and I closed my eyes.

“Open them,” he ordered. “You wanted to watch. Watch.”

I licked my lips, and unintentionally got a taste of Wolf in the process.

His beard tickled my chest and chin, teasing me with multiple sensations so crazy that I couldn’t begin to control myself as nearly every synapse I had inside my body started to fire.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Wolf’s eyes still held mine, and I wanted to close them so badly it hurt.

But if Wolf wanted me to watch, then I’d watch.

My hands were starting to ache from the force I was using to ride him and pull myself back up, but I roughly shoved it to the back of my mind and got back to more important matters. Such as the way my pussy felt with his huge cock sliding in and out of it at a steady pace.

“So good,” I breathed, dropping my mouth for a kiss.

He kissed me back, but yet again, I was the one to end it.

His hands tightened on the expanse of skin where my thighs met my ass, and I had to drop down hastily in order to prevent myself from bucking completely off his cock at the way his strength, so commanding and controlled, felt against my ass.

“Hurry,” I whispered, licking my lips once again and barely missing his lip by less than a hairsbreadth.

He didn’t hurry, though.

He stayed the same pace the whole time.

In. Out. In. Out.

Long, slow, deliciously deep glides that were making my eyes cross.

I dropped my forehead down to rest on Wolf’s, all the strength leaving me as I surrendered to his movements.

And he didn’t disappoint. He continued to fill me, so nice and easy, that the build was slow.

My womb was on fire, ramping up my anticipation of the release that was to come.

Wolf’s beard continued to tickle my chest as our breath intermingled.

His strong thighs were pushing up while my hips came down as he filled me.

His hands on my hips guided me exactly where he wanted me to go, not letting me deviate from the pace he was setting.

Then I felt his hands clench down tight, and he spoke the first word since we started.

“Dying.”

I took that to mean he was close.

Knowing he would come soon, I started to grind my hips, and he allowed it.

The rasp of his pubic hair against my distended clit was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge.

My breath caught.

My skin started to tingle.

My eyes closed until only the barest of slits was left, enabling me to see Wolf’s black eyes and nothing else.

I inhaled just as he exhaled, and it was almost as if I stole the breath right out of his lungs.

The orgasm that shook my curvy body was nothing less than spectacular.

One second I was enjoying the burn, and the next I was detonating into a million tiny pieces.

Fragments of my control and Wolf’s surrounded us as he lost what little strength he had holding him back, and he started to thrust so hard inside of me that I could do nothing but go along for the ride.

I bit my lip at one point; so hard, in fact, that I could taste blood.

Wolf’s mouth met the skin of my throat as he buried his face, wrapping his arms so tightly around me that I let out a shuddering breath.

He grunted as his ab muscles flexed, cock twitching as his release rushed out of his body and into the condom.

For a fleeting moment, I was upset that his release wouldn’t be filling me up, but then I quickly dismissed that thought. Now wasn’t the time. Neither of us was in the right place now to deal with the repercussions of that one life-changing act.

As our breathing came back to normal, I lifted my hips. Wolf’s cock left my body and landed on his belly, and I leaned back down to trap it between us.

It hadn’t gone down so much as an inch since he’d come, and I barely contained the urge to smile.

I liked that he wanted me. Still wanted me.

I liked it a lot.

It was when I tried to place my hand on Wolf’s face that I realized my hands were still tied to my bra. Kind of. It’d broken at some point, and when he released me from the headboard, the thin piece of material that’d broken off the main part of my bra was still dangling from my wrist.

“You’re going to have to buy me a new bra,” I told him as I untangled my hands and sat up.

Wolf’s hands started to roam as I rubbed the circulation back into my hands, and I gave him a glare.

“No,” I said. “I’m tired.”

He chuckled and rolled.

My back hit the bed and he hiked my hips up wide, grinding his cock into my pussy as he did.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

He dipped the tip of his cock back inside of me, and my neck arched as my body practically begged to have him back inside.

“Please,” I whispered.

I couldn’t figure out whether I was asking him to get off of me, or get me off. Regardless, I was ready for him to do something.

He did.

He ripped off the condom and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor beside the bed.

Then he rolled us one last time, and I was now curled into his body, head on his chest. One foot was wrapped around his legs, and one hand was resting high in the middle of his chest. My casted hand was up high between our bodies resting on the pillows.

The position would’ve been awkward had Wolf not seemed just as sated and comfortable as I was.

I was happy. Comfortable. And oh, so sleepy.

In fact, I was so comfortable and sleepy that I was literally on the verge of falling back asleep when he had to go and open his big mouth.