Gillian didn’t remember much of the trip to her place. She knew it involved him carrying her out to a car and then her giving a driver her address that he prodded her for.
And she remembered sitting in his lap throughout the trip there, loath to let go of the living teddy bear that she had found. With her face buried in his neck, licking and nibbling at his flesh, she had never been happier.
And what was better was the large bulge of his cock, heated and growing, pressed against her stomach.
He was going to be a lot to take in, but it would be so damn worth it.
“Gillian,” he interrupted her nuzzling by running his hands thought her hair, tugging at he back of it to send a painfully delicious thrill running through her.
“Mmm?” she questioned, lifting up heavy eyelids to stare at him.
“We are here.”
“Good,” she purred, tightening her hold on him.
“You want to let me go?”
“No.”
On that she was firm. She was not letting go of her sweet treats until she had him where she wanted him.
So he slipped out of the car with her wrapped in his arms and his shirt in his hands. “We are in the middle of nowhere,” he pointed out. “You still want to do this? I could be dangerous.”
“God yeah,” she purred, his concern tipping something in her. Suddenly he was more appealing than before.
But—but he was right. This man was a stranger. So she closed her eyes and did what generations of Leekey woman had done when making life-altering decision. She closed her mind and allowed her instincts to take control. She concentrated on Declan, this thick muscular body, the perfect hair, the expressive eyes and impressive bulge…
When she opened her eyes, she found that her mouth was latched onto his left nipple, her hands digging into the caps of his shoulders, her hips riding the bulge that kept growing.
Decision made. She pulled off of the swollen peak of his nipple and looked up at him with a smile she knew was goofy, but she really didn’t care. He tasted like honey and vanilla and sunshine.
His own eyes were glazed, the pupils blown wide with arousal and he was rocking that bulge against all the right parts.
“I’m glad you want me to stay,” he breathed then turned to the driver.
He bent and said something to the driver in what she assumed was Russian and giggled as he jostled her to check his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and waved it at the unknown driver with a grin before saying in English, “Tell Theo that I am fine and that I can be contacted in the event of an emergency.”
The driver answered again in Russian before Declan slammed the door shut and then those mysterious green eyes were staring into hers.
“Shall we do this?” he asked, his voice dropping into that growl that make her body shiver.
“Lets,” she whispered reaching into her bag for her key.
The trip into the house was a blur because he buried her face in his neck and was busily attempting to put as many hickies there as she could, marking her property, she thought with an evil smirk.
Her safety phone was plucked out of the back of her skirt and placed with careful hands on the bedside table by Declan who made sure it was easily accessible.
His phone was placed beside it and then she was tossed onto the bed.
“May I?” he asked, his hands reaching for hr blouse, his fingers caressing the soft skin of her stomach where the shirt had ridden up.
“Oh yeah,” Gillian breathed, lifting her arms up and arching prettily beneath his gaze. The faster they were naked, the faster she could get his hands all over her body and return the favor.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, his fingers trailing up her sides, pushing up her favorite silk blouse up until it trapped her arms above her head. “So much pretty brown skin to touch.”
“Let my hands—“
“No,” he interrupted her. “I want to explore you.”
His fingers traced the edge of her bra, his fingertips skimming the sensitive flesh before he lowered his head and began to lick at her skin.
Gooseflesh broke out over her chest as his five o’clock shadow braded her skin of her breasts.
“Let me,” she breathed, her eyes tearing as she ground her hips up against his. He was so hot, so hard; she could feel him separated from her by the sopping wet material of her panties and his pants.
She looked down in and sucked in a sharp breath as she saw those green eyes glittering up at her, glittering as his rough pink tongue lapped at her flesh.
“You taste hot,” he breathed, his warm breath causing shivers as it wafted over her damp flesh. Her hips thrust themselves up and a moan pulled from her throat. “I like your flavor. I would have more…”
He trailed off as, his eyes still holding hers, he placed his hot mouth right over a hardening nipple and sucked at it right through her bra.
She bit her lip and hissed at the intense feeling of heat and wet silk caressing her flesh. She struggled, only to have him hold her fast to the bed with one huge hand on her stomach.
She opened her mouth to complain, but that hand began to caress the soft skin there, tearing a moan form her mouth as the intense heat of his touch went straight to the core of her.
“Be still,” he breathed even as he rose up on his knees above her. His eyes glittered a deep green as he loomed, as he ran his hands over his chest, plucking at his own nipples.
“I want to touch,” Gillian breathed, licking at her bottom lip as her whole body shook in hunger. She wanted him. She needed him to fill her, to drive out the emptiness and loneliness that seemed to be a part of her.
No matter how wonderful the relationship she was in, it always seemed lacking somehow.
And in the few moments she had now with him, these few moments left her fulfilled in a way that she had never been before. It made her needy and anxious for more. It was a scary thing, feeling this vulnerable before someone, a virtual stranger, but there was something so arousing in that vulnerability. She felt powerful as she stared up at him, longing in her eyes true, but a demand there as well.
He would take her, he would pleasure her, he would fulfill her because she demanded it.
As if he could read her thoughts, his head dropped a little and his hands went to his pants.
Gillian watched, breath hitching as he undid the button and the zipper holding those stylish pants in place. He looked up at her form between lowered lashes, a sly grin spreading across his face, before he pushed his pants down to his knees.
“Where—oh my—damn!” Gillian gasped as he sprang free. Obviously he didn’t believe in underwear, she decided as she watched the broad red head of his cock pull free from its protective cowl. He was uncircumcised. It was different, but not anything that she had never seen before. He was also a thick pillar of blood-flushed ivory springy from a neat thatch of course looking pubic hair.
That would feel so good pressing against her clit, she thought, but then she took in the sheer length and girth of the man.
She instinctively spread her legs wider as if to make room for him as he slithered off the bed to toss his clothing aside.
His thick thighs were kissed with the same dark hair that covered his chest in teasing swirls and whirls.
She was panting as he crawled back onto the bed, his hands reaching under her skirt to ease her wet panties down and off her legs.
“You smell—“ he began, lifting her panties to his face and taking a hard sniff before tossing them over her shoulder, “– edible.”
Gillian gasped, sliding her knees up as his hands ran over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His huge hands caressed her, massaged her, relaxing her even as he eased her legs apart wider.
Then there was the brush of his five o’clock shadow against the crease where thigh met groin and his long tongue was lapping at her there.
“God,” Gillian breathed out, closing her eyes, her head going back into her pillows. She could feel her wetness leaking from her body hot and thick ad knew that he could see her, smell her, and if he moved any closer, taste how much she desired him.
He moaned in agreement, before he eased her skirt back to her waist and pulled back a little to look at her.
“You shaved everything off,” She could feel the warm puffs of breath against her and her thighs clamped around his head. It was a reaction she could not help, a plea for him to caress her with more than his words. “I like this.”
“Then show me,” she gasped, not at all amazed by her boldness. She was also demanding in bed and he was just about to find out how much.