I shivered and shook my head. “You do know what no means, right?”
“You do know you have sweet juices dripping down your leg from your readiness to be fucked, right?” he mimicked me.
“Then I guess I better clean it up, because you won’t be.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asked as he sat up, his pants slipping even lower on his tapered hips. “Because, Emma, I fucking love challenges, and right now? You’re the only challenge I see.”
“I’m still not fucking you—” He was off the bed before I could finish. I ran to the tub and around it. He strolled toward me with long, angry strides.
“I like it when women play hard to get. Never been one to take the easy pickings. So please, Emma, play hard to get with me.”
He trailed my movement with his eyes as I kept the tub between us. I held the towel to my chest as I watched him. “I don’t want to fuck! Period! No challenge, no hard to get. No fucking!”
“I don’t make love if that is what you’re asking for. Love is for idiots, little girl. You can’t play with fire and not expect to get burned. You were still moving those sweet delicate little fingers into your succulent flesh when I walked in. Those noises? Enough to drive a sane man insane. You called my name, several times. Tell me, was I fucking that sweet flesh good? Was I pounding my hard cock in deep enough for you to come while imagining it? I watched those sweet tips turn darker as they grew hard from what your own fingers were doing.”
“You shouldn’t have been watching me! It’s called privacy!”
“I’m sorry, but when there’s a woman in my own bath, in my own room, fucking her tight little pussy, clumsily at that, I’m not going to turn away from it. Not when it’s my name leaving her sweetly parted lips as she uses her fingers, trying to get off. You were trying to come, were you not?”
“Still not fucking you—” He caught me and took me to the floor. His mouth found my lips and claimed them hungrily.
“How many times have you come while picturing me?” he asked when he lifted his head.
“None,” I said truthfully. “I would have come once, but it wasn’t you I was imagining. Bjorn was…how should I put this…”
“Dead, if you finish that sentence.” There was no laughter in his tone, and his eyes turned dark without the heat which had just scolded my flesh. “I won’t share you with my men, unless of course, you want to fuck all three hundred and fifty two of them. I’m not sure this tight, sweet pussy could handle it though. I could be wrong though. Am I wrong? Shall I call them all in?”
“You’re a fucking asshole!” I growled through tears that filled my eyes and threatened to fall.
“I know I am,” he whispered as he sat up and released his hold on me. “Hunting gets the adrenaline pumping, and finding you as I did, well it sent me on the hunt for you.”
His eyes lowered to where the towel had come undone, and my entire anatomy was open for his inspection. “I love the knowledge that this sweet flesh is hairless,” he said as he stood up and walked to his dresser and opened one of the drawers. He tossed me a long shirt, and then left the room before I could call him back.
“That was brilliant, Emma!” I belittled myself as the tears fell. I was such an idiot. I’d been fucking myself, and instead of getting off, I’d fallen asleep! I slipped the shirt on over my naked curves and eyed the bed. This was crazy. I couldn’t sleep with him, not in any sense.
He walked back in with a bottle of cognac. He strolled over to the dresser and pulled down two crystal snifters before he moved to the bed. He placed them on a tray I hadn’t noticed earlier in my angry tirade. He poured two glasses to the rim, and then re-corked the bottle before placing it on the dresser. Next, I watched as he moved around the room with his sleek abs and muscular back.
He pulled out a pair of shorts, and then removed his pants. A smarter woman would have looked away, not me though. I was an idiot tonight, obviously. I watched as he turned and pointed his one-eyed gun right at me. Or, maybe it was a missile because it was huge, and I was pretty sure the Sex-Ed teacher had gotten it all wrong. I swallowed a groan as he carried his shorts to the bed and sat on the edge of it without putting them on.
I was gaping. I mean, my eyes actually bobbed as he’d walked to the bed, and I was pretty sure my mouth was open wide enough he could have slipped that missile inside of it without a problem. I’d seen men naked before, because Addy and I had hidden in the boy’s locker room once. Okay, it was more than once, but who wants to admit that?
I absently took a step closer to it, before remembering I wasn’t wearing panties, and was currently dressed in his clothing. I lifted my eyes, and found him watching me.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve never seen a cock before.”
“I’ve seen many cocks. I mean, I’ve seen a few at a time,” I whispered breathlessly. I wondered at my own words, why the hell had I said that? I had helped with some of the high school physicals when I was beginning my nursing courses. I’d seen them limp, fat, hard, and, well, limp. I’d never seen one this size, or of this magnitude. I’d never seen one I wanted to lick before, either. I absently licked my lips as I listened to him growl.
“So what you’re saying is, you’ve taken cocks before, but you won’t take mine?”
“Yes…uh, no. No.”
“Is it too big?” he asked with a wide grin.
“It’s huge!”
O. M. G. I was talking about his cock! With him present! And it was pointing at me! The thing was staring at me, and I swear to God it was bobbing, and waving a firm hello!
“It’s big, but I promise you could take it. I’ve seen smaller women take bigger cocks. Just means some positioning would be needed until you grew accustomed to it. Real men get their women excited first. They suck those sweet lips until the flesh is soaked with her come, and then her body will accept anything she tried to take inside of it. But you already know that, what with your curiosity to play with that sweet pussy. You have men at the shelter. Tell me, Emma, do they serve your needs?”
My head snapped up from my eye-fucking his massive cock at his words. “I don’t sleep around.”
“There’s nothing wrong with finding release.”
“I’m not like that, at all.”
“So you have toys?” he countered.
“Toys?”
“Sex toys, dildos, balls, that kinda stuff. Please tell me you’re not allowing that sweet, succulent pussy to be neglected. Besides, you shaved for someone.”
I had; for myself. I’d been shaving for a while, but that had been because everyone else was doing it. After Addy had called it a forest, I’d shaved it and then had just kept doing it to avoid the itchiness that came with it growing out. “Most women shave these days.”
“Do they?” he smiled knowingly. “Tell me, does it grow in the same color of your hair?”
“That’s none of your business,” I growled. This was crazy! His cock was aimed at me, and I wasn’t wearing any panties! I was in his room, when I should be demanding my things and leaving. Instead, I was ogling his Mr. Happy Whacker, and drooling over it!
He raised a brow as he took in my state of dress, and his state of undress. He was made for this, what with his sex God body, and tattoos that were located in places my tongue wanted to trace…that was it! I was tossing out every erotica book I’d obtained from houses. This was insane! I wasn’t a slut, and yet I felt the need to get on my knees and wipe that glistening pre-cum away from his magnificent cock with my tongue! I was a friggin’ virgin, who had a huge imagination and a slut between my legs that said pound me!
“Get dressed!” I cried and then winced. He smiled.
“Does it bother you? Or are you fighting the urge to be naughty with me? I’ll even let you sit on it if you ask me nicely.”
“Naughty? Would you cover Mr. Happy Whacker up?”
He burst out laughing, and yes, I watched his cock go up and down before I forced myself to turn away. I was fighting to get my pulse and my breathing under control when he came up behind me. “Don’t touch me. Just don’t do it, please,” I whispered.
“You’ve already named my cock,” he whispered as he pulled me back against him. “No one has ever named him before,” he said with laughter in his voice.
“Did you find the monster responsible for killing my friends?” I used ‘friends’ loosely as I changed the direction of this conversation.
“No, but we have an idea of where they are. We will be going out again in the morning.”
I turned to face him. “I need my things. I think it best I leave, before I do something I will regret in the morning.”
“Like fuck me?” he pulled away and glared at me.
“Exactly.”
“Get in the bed, Emma. I didn’t take you as a prude, but I guess I was wrong. You can have a night cap with me, and then sleep. Tomorrow is soon enough for you to go home. Drink,” he said as he handed me the glass.
“I’m not drinking it,” I said as I held it.