Rescue in the Smokies (Durham Wolves) Page 5

  It started out innocent enough, for about thirty seconds, each of them exploring the other. But the passion of earlier caught back up with itself and she twisted in his lap to more fully face him.

  Almost total darkness. Even with the dim light of the cave entrance, her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the black surroundings inside the cave. Her other senses heightened.

  Her hands explored his body, his hard chest, his shoulders, his strong back. She scrambled to investigate every inch of his upper torso, learning his frame and memorizing it for later. Surely she’d never see him again after this brief encounter in the forest. Didn’t her entire crazy sexual frenzy stem from the situation? Damsel lost and found in the wilderness by a god of a man who popped out of nowhere to rescue her from the wild?

  Perhaps she was dreaming the entire thing from her nap on the pile of leaves.

  I sure hope not.

  On second thought, if she was, she wanted to be sure to make the most of it. No sense wasting a perfectly good sex dream.

  Huge firm palms trailed down her bare arms and grasped her around the waist. He squeezed and inched his fingers up to brush against the undersides of her breasts. Just as he’d been doing in the woods before he’d pulled back.

  He’d pulled back.

  Maybe he didn’t want this. Wasn’t interested in her like she was him.

  The thought dissolved into thin air as he devoured her mouth and moaned against her lips. The hard shaft against her thigh indicated he did indeed want her.

  Maybe he’d just been feeling chivalrous. Hopefully he wouldn’t encounter that emotion again. She wanted, no needed, this. Right now. Right here. A quick fuck with a gorgeous man would do wonders for her ego…and her pussy.

  She ached for him to touch her, drive her mad with the need building inside her. In a bold move she never could have accomplished in the light of day, Juliana wiggled around until she straddled him.

  Ah, perfect. So fucking hot.

  Her crotch pressed against his hard cock, only the denim of his jeans and the nylon of her pants between them. God damn he was hot. Not just sexy, but to the touch.

  She skimmed her fingers all over him frantically until she finally reached the bottom of his T-shirt and yanked awkwardly on it to pull it over his head.

  Their mouths separated for that split second before colliding back together, the craze of passion picking right back up where it had left off. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then grappled for her tongue to do the same.

  Sergius’s hands were everywhere, firmly clutching her against him, up and down her back and around her waist, finally landing on her breasts.

  A gasp, followed by a deep moan, filled the cavern and echoed off the walls. She leaned her head back and forced her chest out, silently begging him to continue his exploration.

  Fingers squeezed and explored her breasts, stopping to pinch her nipples and driving her crazy.

  “Serg…”

  “What, baby? Tell me what you need.”

  “Oh, God. That feels so good. Just…touch me.”

  In a flash, her jacket fell to the ground from its loose tie around her waist and he grabbed the bottom of her sports shirt and stripped it over her head. It disappeared into the darkness as rough, callused fingers resumed their exploration of her breasts. She knew she was small chested. But his hands completely covered her and then some.

  “Perfect.” His muttered words against her mouth squelched her worries. “You’re perfect.” Could he read her mind?

  A chill shook her frame—from the breeze blowing into the cave or from the fingers now pinching her nipples into a state of pleasure-pain?

  Never had she been this aroused. Totally wanton.

  The breasts that had always seemed far too small to be even remotely attractive suddenly made her feel incredibly sexy and appealing. When she leaned back again to catch her breath, Sergius dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling around the tip until she ached. The heat of his lips sent a line of warmth bee lining to her sex.

  “Too many clothes…” She wiggled against his cock, wishing he could use his magic to make them disappear without the awkward need to stand and break the spell currently clutching her.

  Serg grasped one breast in a palm that knew her body like a finely tuned instrument. The other breast received a spiral of tongue around and around her areola. That left Serg with one free hand. And thank God for that.

  Fingers crawled down her body until they cupped her sex between them.

  “So hot, baby. So hot.” The words were nearly lost against her nipple, his breathy whisper blowing against the tip and making her crazy. “I can feel how wet you are through your pants.”

  If he didn’t shut up, she was going to come before he even touched her.

  In slow motion, Sergius unbuttoned and unzipped her hiking pants, his knuckles brushing against her panties. She wiggled against him, silently begging him to reach inside, push the pants down her legs and enter her.

  Serg let go of her breast with his skilled hand and wrapped his arm around her, holding her still. “Stop squirming.” He smiled against her breast, his lips parting in a telling move.

  “I-I can’t.”

  “You can.” His grip tightened. “You will.”

  Her head lulled back. Was this what she’d needed all her life? An unyielding, dominant touch to get her juices going?

  Serg lifted her ass off his lap enough to edge the nylon down her legs a few inches. Her thighs were trapped, pulled slightly together, her straddled legs tightening around his waist. She groaned when he set her back down.

  “Oh, God. Get them off. Please, Serg…”

  “No.”

  No?

  Experienced fingers reached between her and dipped into her panties. Her mind went blank. What had she wanted?

  With one hand circling her waist, holding her in a stiff grip, the other reached expertly under the lace, passing her clit without touching it. How did he do that? Wetness flooded her pussy as he held the material of her panties away from her body.

  One finger dipped into her soaking heat and grazed through the space between her lower lips. She gasped at the touch. Leaned her head against his shoulder. Grasped his forearm with her hand, pressing him into her. Pleading with her strength for him to apply more pressure.

  Her need amped up two notches. “Serg…”

  “Yeah?”

  Her nails dug into his arm, her torso rigid. Anything to increase the amount of skin on skin at her crotch.

  “Let go of my arm, baby. I’m stronger than you.” He chuckled. “Put your hand on my shoulder or I’ll stop.”

  Stop? Fuck.

  With tremendous restraint, she did as she was told.

  Again that finger slithered through her wet folds, collecting moisture and swirling it around and around the edges of her sex. He didn’t enter her, nor did he touch her clit, which throbbed with a need of its own.

  When had she ever been more aware of that little nub?

  She gripped his shoulders with both hands and held her breath for long moments, concentrating on the pressure building inside her. God, she wanted his cock in there. Anything, really. Why was he torturing her so? Didn’t he know she couldn’t take much more of this?

  Of course she could. She could take anything he dished out…and he knew it.

  She was his.

  Totally and irrevocably his to do with as he pleased.

  With no warning, he plunged two fingers into her core, sucking the breath out of her. He held his fingers inside her, suspended for seconds that seemed like hours while she acclimated to the stretch of severely unused muscles.

  With acute awareness, she realized his palm still pressed against her panties, not making contact with her deprived clit.

  “Ugh. Serg…” She strained to wiggle against him, but he held fast.

  “Uh, uh, uh. Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

  New moisture pooled around his fingers as he gradu
ally curved them to stroke inside her, not pulling out, stoking the fire within.

  She found his mouth with her own and sucked in his lower lip. Hard. She wanted more from him. Maybe if she distracted him or drove him to crave her as urgently as she did him, he’d move…faster.

  “That’s not going to work, my sweet,” he muttered around her attempts. “But nice try.”

  “Please, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “I know. And I love how hot you are. So fucking hot and wet. And goddamn you’re tight.”

  “Yeah, well…” She moved on to his ear, nibbling around it and praying to the god of sex that he drive this man to—fucking move.

  Sergius froze.

  “What?” Please don’t stop.

  “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

  “No. No. Not that. Just…been a while.”

  He let out a slow breath and pulled his fingers out of her.

  “Don’t—”

  Her words were cut off when he slammed back inside and fucked her in earnest with his adept fingers. Finally, when she was teetering on the edge, he pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed in a tight, small circle.

  “Come for me, Juliana. I want to hear you scream. Feel you around me while you fall apart in my arms.”

  She shattered. Screamed his name, which echoed over and over in the cave. The walls of her sex grasped his fingers and pulsed, sucking him deeper inside her until she thought it would never end.

  Exhausted, when the tremors finally subsided, she collapsed her forehead against his shoulder. His hand still remained buried in her depths, his thumb resting against her sensitive nub.

  “So fucking hot,” he whispered. “God, baby. That was…amazing. So beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head. Her hair fell in a tangled mess around him and over her face, her rubber band having worked its way loose long ago.

  “Amazing doesn’t even touch the surface. I’ve never…” Could she tell him? Tell a virtual stranger she’d just had her first orgasm at his hand, with her pants still on?

  He sucked in a quick breath. “Come under a man’s touch?” His fingers dragged from her core, and he spread her juices around her hypersensitive clit in a circle. New awareness stirred to life. So soon?

  “Come…period.”

  “Oh, baby.” He held her tighter, if that was possible. “That makes me so hard.” Expert fingertips danced around her nub before pressing the hood back and flicking over the top in a repeated motion that made her grasp her legs around him in renewed need. “Do it again.”

  What? Again? Was that even possible?

  Juliana shook her head back and forth and leaned her forehead on his shoulder. “Too much. My clit can’t take any more.” She grabbed his arm again, this time pulling instead of pushing him into her.

  “Oh, yes it can, baby.” He was undaunted. Much stronger than her feeble attempt to stop him.

  “It’s so much better the second time. I promise. Let it go.” He pressed his palm against her overstimulated nub and started a rhythm of flicking and pressing against her.

  “Oh, God. Stop. I can’t…” Her words were weak, even to her own ears. She fought to release his hand, but he was having nothing to do with her efforts.

  Frustrated, she changed her tactic. “At least let me come around you this time. Please… I need you inside me. Ache to have you fill me.” He couldn’t turn that down.

  “Not this time, love.”

  What? Is he made of steel?

  “Relax. Let go. Just feel.” His fingers skipped around her sex, learning her by touch. Inside, then out, rubbing against her G-spot, a spot she’d never really believed existed, which most certainly did.

  When he returned to flick her sweet spot again, she felt the spiral of need crescendo. Juliana was coming apart at the seams for the second time in as many minutes.

  Now she switched abruptly from fighting against it, to wanting it with all her soul. If ever she’d desired anything in her life, the need for a second orgasm right this minute, in this cave, in the dark, with a man she barely knew, topped the list.

  “Right…there,” she mumbled when he tapped her in just the right spot.

  “Here?” His question was teasing. She didn’t care. The pressure increased.

  Suddenly, without warning, he stopped, pinched her clit between a few fingers and jammed the others into her sopping core.

  Intense pleasure spread through her body as she spasmed around him. Pulse after pulse of her orgasm shook her body, the squirt of her come pushing out around his fingers. She’d not realized women actually ejaculated like that.

  When she came down—again—her limbs shook as though cold. Really, she had no blood flowing anywhere in her body except for the area between her legs. She trembled, unable to stop the chills from taking over.

  Sergius removed his hand from between her legs and held her tight.

  Tears formed in her eyes. She didn’t even know why. She squeezed her lids closed to stop them from trickling out, but in vain. A line of moisture escaped down her cheek from both eyes. She sniffled.

  “Honey?” Sergius pressed her away from him, as if he could see her face in the darkness anyway. He brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears. Okay, so maybe he could see in the dark. What was he, a ninja?

  “Sorry.” She choked out the one syllable and swallowed, trying to regain her composure.

  “God, did I hurt you?” His voice was filled with angst.

  “No, no. Of course not.” She took a deep breath in, and then let it out. “I’m being silly. Emotional. Not enough sleep, I suppose.” She tried a giggle. It came out lame.

  His shoulders relaxed and he tugged her back against his rock-hard chest. She wasn’t unaware of his cock still pressed into her stomach.

  “It was just…so overwhelming is all.”

  His chuckle vibrated through her. “That’s for sure. You are the sexiest creature I’ve ever met. Sexy. And vibrant. And so…alive. Your emotions spilled out all over the place, and it was beautiful.”

  “Um, Serg?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Did you forget something?”

  “Not that I’m aware of. Did you want to come a third time?” He chuckled into her hair.

  “Ha ha. Not me. You. One of us came twice. The other didn’t come at all.”

  “Oh, that.”

  “Yeah, that. Can we please take these jeans off? I still need you inside me and you surely could use a little relief.” She shoved her groin against his to prove her point.

  “Nope.”

  “What?” Did he say no?

  A puff of air landed in her hair on a sharp exhale. “I’m not going to have sex with you for the first time in this cave on a stone bench. I’ll wait until we find a bed.”

  “Are you kidding? That’s it? Just no?”

  Didn’t men only care about how many times they came? What man on the planet ever considered going through what Sergius had just gone through without getting off?

  And more importantly…could she keep him?

  Chapter Seven

  “I think it stopped raining.” Sergius trailed a hand through the thick curls tangled around his lovely mate’s face.

  Oh, yeah. He wanted her like he’d never wanted anything in his life. But he’d known as soon as he sat down on this bench with her in his lap, there was no way in the world he was going to fuck her silly this morning.

  Sure, he had every intention of binding her to him, making her come so violently she’d never even consider leaving him. But no way could he have turned what would be the most wonderful experience in their lives into a dark, damp frolic on a rock surface.

  Not to mention he hadn’t even begun to explain to her what he was and how he lived. And he fully intended to do that before he took her. It wouldn’t be fair to her otherwise.

  The beauty in his arms twisted toward the entrance to the cave. “Hmm, seems so.” She didn’t seem particularly interested, however, consider
ing she laid her head back against his shoulder and let her body relax into his, molding to his every curve, her softness against his hard chest and abs.

  Not that she was any less muscular and athletic than he was, a fact he adored about her, just that she could let herself go completely limp, her sated body supple to the touch.

  “We should go. Your friends are worried.” His words didn’t match his actions though. He could sit here with her in his lap for hours if she’d let him. His hands trailing around her body, learning every curve, every spot that made her squirm, and some that made her giggle.

  “You’re ticklish.” His fingers found a spot under her ribcage that made her flinch to one side.

  “Not.”

  Oh, the little nymph. Challenging him like that.

  Both hands reached under her armpits and pressed into the soft bare skin beneath.

  That got her moving. She practically jumped off his lap to get away. “That wasn’t fair. I was vulnerable.”

  She stood before him, fingers on both his shoulders, holding him at arm’s length. As though her arms were longer than his.

  And God almighty she was a sight. She had no idea he could see her so well in the darkness of the cave. That he’d seen every little nuance of her facial features as he drove her to distraction and then forced her to fall apart in his arms.

  Now that she stood, he could admire her body better from the distance of a few feet. She was glorious. Petite for sure, but perfectly formed. Her pert breasts were just right for her frame, her nipples pebbled still and pointed up, begging him to take them into his mouth again. He had to swallow to keep from doing just that.

  Her waist dipped into a small span he could easily reach around and then flared out at her hips.

  He’d give anything to strip her down and see her entirely naked.

  But not now. Later. Now he had to get her back to her friends.

  “We should go.” He stood and then reached to grab their shirts off the ground.

  “God, how did you do that? I can’t see a thing.” She didn’t sound overly concerned as she tugged the tight elastic material of her shirt over her head. “My jacket is around here somewhere.” She twisted and glanced around, but came up with nothing.