Animal (A Real Man)(3)

She sat at the table, but I stayed standing and leaned against the kitchen counter. I was already having a hard time keeping myself in check, appearing like I had everything under control. In reality my body was on fire, my heart thundered, and all I wanted to do was pull her in close and feel her body against mine.

She wasn't looking at me as she popped the cap of her beer and brought the bottle to her mouth to take a long drink. I felt myself get hard, felt my cock become stiff and painful as I watched her mouth curve around the tip of the bottle.

And it was only when she glanced at me, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink that I realized I'd groaned out loud.

Everything in me became tighter, and I felt the air shift, going from warm to scorching hot. Beads of sweat covered my chest and back, and the longer she stared at me, the longer I wanted to say fuck it and take her in my arms.

As the seconds moved by, it became harder for me to breathe. I knew I wasn't going be able to get out of here without touching her. This was wrong on so many levels, and I should've been stronger and stayed away. But I had wanted Jessa for the last year. No other woman compared to her, no other female even interested me.

It had been years since I'd been with a woman sexually because I wanted to focus on working. But over the last year I hadn't been with any females because all I wanted was Jessa.

And then, as if I couldn't control myself any longer, as if my instinct was taking over, I set my beer on the counter and went to her. I took the bottle out of her hand and put it on the table and then lifted her up so she stood right in front of me. She was breathing harder, faster, and her pupils were fully dilated as she stared at me.

“Rye.” She said my name so gently it was almost inaudible.

I looked at her mouth, desperately wanting to claim it, mark her so she knew she was mine.

“Kiss me,” she said softly, and I groaned like a wild animal. I cupped the back of her head and slammed my mouth onto hers, sweeping my tongue between her parted lips and moving it along hers.

She made this sweet and sexual sound for me, and my cock jerked violently in my pants. I placed my other hand at the small of her back and pulled her impossibly closer to me.

Her breasts were pressed to the center of my chest, and I felt her hard nipples through the material of our clothes. I knew she could feel how hard my dick was as it dug into her belly. I was being a dirty bastard as I ground myself against her and continued to mouth fuck her.

I pulled back, surprised I even had the willpower to do that. I looked at her face and saw the drugged expression she wore. “Tell me to stop and I will. Although it will be the hardest fucking thing I've ever done in my life.”

She was silent for several seconds, and I heard the thunder of my heart in my ears.

“No, I don't want to stop.”

Thank fuck. Because in all honesty I didn't think I'd be able to.





4





Jessa



“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous.” Rye’s voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along my body.

I shivered, wanting more of it, needing his hands on me, wanting him to take me like I knew he wanted to.

“I’m not looking at you any way,” I said—a lie, knowing exactly the way I watched him: like a woman who needed to be fucked. I knew I was playing with fire, tempting a beast, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to stop this.

My breath stalled.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to devour every inch of you.”

God, I do.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

Yes.

I might be a virgin, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted, and how I wanted Rye to take me.

My heart pounded so hard that I felt like it would burst right through my chest. And when he looked down at my mouth and I licked my lips, the sound he made had me becoming wetter.

My mouth tingled, warmed for another taste of him.

He was so masculine and raw. I wasn’t going to deny myself what I’d wanted for so long. Rye made this gruff sound and pulled me forward even harder. He had his hand on my nape now.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back.” He looked me right in the eyes. “You’ll be mine no matter what.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Christ, baby. I’m going to hell for being with you,” he growled out and then slammed his mouth on mine once more.

He pulled back far too soon, and I sucked in a gasp of air. My lips tingled and felt swollen.

“I’m so ready for you, for this,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Tell me how much you fucking want this, baby girl.” He cupped each side of my face and breathed hard against my mouth.

A small sound left me. I felt helpless with this man, but only in the best of ways.

I wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of me, claim my cherry, take it as his. There was no doubt in my mind he’d be huge, his shaft tunneling through me, stretching me, making the pain and pleasure morph into one.

God, I’m so wet for him.

“I want you,” I said on a breath.

And then he leaned in and kissed me. “You deserve sweet and gentle, not a dirty fucking bastard like me.”

“I want you,” I said, meaning every word.

A dark look of possession covered his face, and it was directed right at me. He slid his hand over my thigh, along my hip, and up my side to rest right by my breast.

God, yes. I need more.

“Tell me you’ll only ever be mine.”

“I’m only yours,” I said without hesitation. It was the truth and always would be.

He growled low, this animal that was untamed.

He slid his hand over my breast, and the pressure had me teetering on the edge of orgasm already. When he covered the mound, a moan spilled from me involuntarily. He curled his hand around my sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled me and mixed with the pleasure.

“God, yes,” I whispered, not able to hold the words in. I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and then I felt his mouth on my exposed throat. He licked and sucked at my flesh, drawing goose bumps along my skin, making me writhe for him.

Curling my hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting him closer, needing him like I needed to breathe.

I would not stop this, not until there was nothing left of me and I was a panting mess beneath Rye.



Rye



Fuck. This is happening and I’m not going to do anything to stop it.

Jessa tasted sweeter than anything I’d ever had, than anything I could ever imagine. She had her neck arched, her lids at half-mast, and looked at me like she was dying for another taste.

I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again. I couldn’t get enough, didn’t want to ever fucking stop. I wanted to memorize her body, have the flavor of her flesh on my tongue.

Her breasts were pressed against my chest now, her nipples rock-hard. I wanted to take those little tips in my mouth and suck on them until the blood rushed to the surface.

My cock jerked against the zipper of my jeans, and I knew I could have come right then if I kept this up. I’d spew my seed all over the front of my fucking jeans before I was even inside of her.

“I’m so hard for you right now.” I ground myself against her belly, showing her. I started kissing her again, harder this time. I ran my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.

She started breathing harder against my mouth, her need evident.

“I want to leave my mark on you, want you filled with my cum. I want to pull back and see it slipping from your pussy.” Fuck, saying these things wasn’t helping my current situation. “I want to spread your legs and look at the pretty cunt that is all mine.”

She made the sweetest sound for me.

I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was us naked and on a bed.

I fucked her between her lips with my tongue, the same motions I’d be doing between her legs. A gasp left her, and I swallowed it. Kissing her harder, I didn’t give her time to even think.

I slipped my hand under the hem of her shirt and tore the material up and over her head, tossing it aside like it meant nothing.

My mouth watered when I saw her tits revealed, the nipples hard and pink.

I was going to make her come before I was even in her, and then I’d fuck her until she knew she was mine.





5





Rye



I wanted her spread out for me, wanted to feast on her like the starving man I was. I should have taken her to the bedroom, loved her good and fucking proper. I wanted that intimacy with her, wanted to show her that to me, she was it.

But I was too impatient for that.

So instead I moved forward so she was forced to take a step back. I looked over her head to make sure the blinds were closed, knowing that this was a dirty fucking thing I was doing, but to hell with all of that.

I was going to eat her pretty pussy out right here on the table, and then I’d have her come all over my face. After that I’d take her to her room and fuck her good and raw, show her that she was mine.

When the table stopped her, I looked at her face and silently told her to get on it. She obeyed me so damn well. I took a step back and just looked at her, wanting her like this fucking fiend.

“I should be honest with you,” she said, and I knew what she’d say already. “I’m a virgin,” she whispered.

I was so weak when it came to her. “I know,” I said, understanding that she was innocent in all ways. “And I’m going to pop your cherry, take your virginity for myself, and show you that no other man will have you from this point on.” I’d have to be gentle, even though all I wanted was to have her screaming out my name as I fucked her tight little cunt good and hard. I wanted to fill her with my cum, make her take it all, watch it slip from her pussy when I pulled out.