Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) Page 10

  He fixed his blue eyes on me, and I recognized the look of raw hunger. Awareness took place inside me, and I knew. What he’d said wasn’t pacification. It was real.

  “Oh, Kee, you don’t want to love me. I like you too much. I’m not a woman you love. I’m the one you fuck. I could never love you back. It wouldn’t be fair.”

  He cocked his head back as if he might laugh. “Too late, Weezie. I think I fell in love with you the night of the gala. I know you think I’m some virtuous man, but I’m not. I’ve had quite a run of women for my age. True, the quantity can’t match Latch’s statistics, but I’ve had my fair share. I’m not the saint you think I am. I had to reel myself in so many times with you. I thought I might go insane. I needed to know if what I felt for you was real or if I just wanted to bed you. I’ve never loved a woman before. It’s like being in uncharted waters. What I felt for you was so unfamiliar… I needed to see how it played out. But I can’t wait anymore. I’m too in love with you.”

  “Jesus, Kee, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  “Just because I professed my love doesn’t mean I expect it to be reciprocated. I know you’re afraid. I don’t want to change you. But don’t ignore what this could be because it’s something you’ve never experienced before.”

  His mouth slammed down on mine before I could answer. The feel of our naked chests pressed together made me mindless. My skin prickled as my pussy began to throb. His tongue lazily teased every inch of the inside of my mouth. I latched onto it and sucked on the tip, causing him to moan and crush his erection into my shorts. I hadn’t been dry humped since I was a teenager, but damn, it felt good. And if I swiveled my body just the right way, his hard length pressed along my vulva.

  I could hardly breathe. I pulled away from our kiss. “I need you to take me to bed… now,” I rasped.

  Keenan scooped me up in his arms. I let out a squeak as he did because I’d never expected any man would sweep me off my feet. I snickered inside, thinking of how this reminded me of the many romance covers he’d done. He laid me gently on my bed.

  I reached over and pulled a candle out of my drawer. “Reach behind you. There’s a lighter on top of the chest. Toss it to me.”

  He chuckled as he handed me the lighter. “I never pegged you as a woman who needed ambience.”

  I choked back a retort. “Well, I’m about to have sex with the world famous Keenan Stone. I’m dying to see if he’s as beautiful in candlelight as in daylight.”

  “You think I’m beautiful?”

  “No doubt, me and millions of other women. I’m still in awe over how I got so lucky.”

  “Well… you do have mouthwatering breasts. I love that they’re pale with just the right amount of freckles and lightly blushed nipples. Whoever said more than a handful was a waste obviously had inadequate hands. You’re curvaceous. You’re not stick thin and built like a boy. Every single part of you is feminine, and you belong to me.”

  I shivered when he announced possession. I’d never belonged to anyone.

  I began to unbutton my shorts, but Keenan stopped me.

  “I want to do it. I want to do everything tonight,” he said as his fingers began to undo my first button. I sighed as he got them all unfastened and began to pull them down to reveal my black lace panties.

  “You’re going to kill me,” he croaked out as he palmed the front of them.

  “Oh, please don’t expire before you fuck me. The wait has almost killed me.”

  He reached for a pillow and tucked it under my head. “Lie back. Relax. But don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch everything I’m doing, and I want to witness the moment your resolve snaps.”

  “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

  He pulled me toward him so my legs dangled off the side of the bed. I watched with curiosity as he kneeled on the carpet. I could feel his warm breath on my bare legs, and it ignited a firestorm throughout my body. I couldn’t remember a time when someone affected me so intensely. His hand rested on my stomach as he began to trace the lace design of my panties. I knew I was holding my breath, and I feared blacking out if I didn’t exhale. His hands made a path to my thighs as his fingers kneaded the skin and he began rubbing me gently. He traced along each side of my apex, causing me to let out a small sob. My entire body was vibrating. My legs became shaky as my nipples hardened. I felt his tongue lap at the moisture dampening the seam of my thong.

  “God, you smell good. Good enough to eat I wager.”

  All this touchy-feely crap was slowly killing me. I was used to men being quicker with their business. To be honest, they seemed far more interested in prolonging what I did. I extended my hand down to his head and swept my fingers through his hair. He never looked up as he grasped my hand and pushed it away. He slid his thumbs into each side of my panties and pulled them down.

  “Take off the rest of your clothes,” I uttered quietly. I was naked, and Keenan still had his pants on. I wanted to see all of him.

  “Jesus, Weezie, you’re a natural redhead. I love it that you aren’t bare and you’ve left me with enough hair to play with. And no, I won’t undress. Your pleasure comes first—literally,” he answered, his words echoing off my sex.

  His fingers separated my drenched folds as the tip of his tongue centered on my clit. I felt my body buck as it came off the bed. He dragged my pussy closer to his mouth as he began to lave the center. Along with his tongue, he added two fingers. Probing and stroking, going in and out, deeper with each thrust.

  I began to rotate my own nipples as my hips began to gyrate. My body suddenly had a mind of its own. I’d never had a man’s tongue so deep inside me. I felt my release infiltrate my entire body, starting at my toes. Raw sensation consumed me. Keenan’s fingers were digging into my thighs as he pulled my body closer to his mouth. I could hear his breathing go wild. My heart began to pound like crazy as I gritted my teeth, because something strong and intense was splintering my core. A scream tore from my throat. It sounded so feral I hardly recognized it as mine.

  “Stop. Please stop,” I pleaded. I felt tears leak from the corners of my eyes. Not only had my body been overwhelmed, but my mind. I was trembling. I had never come like that in my life. I rested my arm across my eyes to shield them from Keenan. I’d never been emotional. It wasn’t my thing, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him bringing those feelings to the surface.

  “Baby, look at me,” he said, panting. He pulled my arm away from my face. My cheeks were flushed and my nipples still erect and extended. “That was bloody brilliant, and it was only the appetizer.”

  I watched him stagger to his full height, trying to catch his breath. His face was damp with my release as he began to undo his pants. It looked painful. His shaft appeared so hard it looked suffocated behind the zipper. I licked my lips in anticipation.

  He turned his back to me as he carefully folded his pants and placed them on a chair. When he spun around to face me, I couldn’t help but ogle. Holy Mother of God. One word: phenomenal. How large was that? Probably twice as big as it looked, considering how it had been squeezed into those shorts. He was wearing blue striped briefs. I’m not even sure how he managed to tuck all of that in.

  I was right. He should have been a porn star. Fuck being a model. I’d only ever heard about cocks this size. Of course, most of those tales were told by men with inadequate peckers. I was enthralled. Even with underwear on, his dick was awe-inspiring. There was a wet spot about the size of a quarter on the front, letting me know he was prepared to take this all the way. How had I not heard about his cock? It must have been some well-kept secret, because if I had a mammoth dick like this, I’d be advertising it. On fucking billboards.

  I remembered this was intimate sex, not a puff chore. This was intercourse, not a blowjob. And that appendage was fucking grande. My pussy began twitching. Stupid betraying twat. It had no other concerns aside from having that splendid cock inside of me. I was apprehensive whether that splendid cock would f
it.

  This was where I normally would take a selfie with that ginormous prick and share it, but somehow, right now was different. I didn’t want to allocate this moment. Keenan was mine. What? Mine? Where in the hell did that come from? I saw one oversized cock (XXXL at least), and all of a sudden, I decided he was mine.

  Frankly, I considered it might be too big for penetration. At least vaginally. I’d seriously want to throw that dick back if the only thing it was going to be good for was making holiday chocolate molds and fellatio. There was a time when blowing him would have been enough. Now he’d gone and made me crave more. The bastard.

  He turned away as he removed his briefs. Life really wasn’t fair. His ass was perfect. The man was flawless—front to back. Could I get him… clothing optional? He turned back toward me, and I swear I almost began to hyperventilate.

  Regardless of the size, it was exquisite. His cock made every inch of him… perfection. Everything on this man was formidable. It was as though it were a separate living entity. A marbled tower of pulsing veins. Thick and statuesque. The engorged head spilled tiny drops of precum. God, my tongue yearned to lick across his crown. No matter the beauty of his length, I had to consider the ramifications of actually having sex with this man. He could seriously injure me with that… tool.

  “Um, Kee, I thought you were exaggerating.”

  “You should know by now I’m nothing if not truthful. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’re not on the receiving end. Have you seen… you?”

  He laughed as he came closer while stroking himself. Fuck me. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. All of a sudden, Romeo and Juliet popped into my head. Oh to be a glove on that hand. I had clearly gone insane. The man had fucking possessed me. Was this what happened to Haven? Did the Scottish and English have mojo in their pricks?

  “Did you get tested like we agreed?” he asked.

  Honestly, I’m supposed to think of any rational answers while you’re touching yourself? You expect me to verbalize a response? I can’t think of anything else while you’re fondling yourself. How about you bring that magnificent specimen over to me and let me play with it for a while? Clearly, the size of his cock had affected my gray matter.

  “Yeah, open the drawer in the nightstand by you. The report’s in there.”

  “I don’t need to see it. I trust you, baby. It’s urgent I am inside you right now,” he cooed as he came over to the bed.

  “I’m not used to you being, you know… so out in the open,” I squeaked as my eyes darted to his cock.

  “The bedroom relaxes me. You’re not the only one who can be dirty. I have more than enough for us both, and I have full intentions of getting you soiled.”

  He was too close now. Every time I moved back toward my headboard, he appeared to get closer. And his damn dick kept watching me. “So… a question.”

  “Proceed.”

  “Do the women you fuck live long? And how in the hell did you keep that under wraps? If I’d been one of the recipients of your unnatural, oversized appendage, I would have taken pictures, posted them to Facebook, or sang praises about it on American Idol,” I inquired as my gaze bent downward, staring at his length and its one eye.

  He grinned at me. “Yes, I do believe most of them still walk, although I have heard one or two might have to crawl now.” He snickered. “I have women sign a non-disclosure. Unfortunately, I’ve had to shell out money to silence a few. It’s very important to me to keep my personal life private.” He paused as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re not planning to advertise tonight, are you? No hidden cameras I should worry about?” I could tell by his expression he was joking.

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay, just asking. Don’t kill the messenger. Please, do not kill me!”

  “If you’re truly worried…” he said, easing off the bed.

  I pulled him back with one hand on his arm and my other brushing against his shaft. I heard him hiss as though I’d burned him. His eyes were rabid with hunger.

  “Keep touching me. I love the feel of your hands. So soft.” With that sentence, he pounced on me. Gently. His elbows kept his full weight off me. He dragged his cock up and down my center. It felt so good I had the urge to push upward. I was no longer concerned. I just wanted him to fill me.

  He let his length sit at my entrance as he pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on him. The kiss startled me because it was frantic. After a moment, he seemed to calm and his tongue began to probe both sides of my mouth. We hungrily taunted each other as our lips drifted apart.

  “I have to admit I was jealous of Latch’s feelings for Haven. In the beginning, I tried to discourage him from pursuing her. Now I realize he knew all along. Loving someone isn’t weakness; it’s strength. I feel that with you. You look at me differently than any other woman. You see me. And you never steer away from what you think. You’re beautiful, charming, and brazen. I never thought I’d ever fall in love with anyone. And it wasn’t just anyone; it was you. God, I do love you, Weezie.”

  I tried not to let his words affect me. But my heart swelled as those pesky tears attempted an appearance. The last time I felt this emotional was when Haven announced she was pregnant. So I had no excuse other than he was getting to me. I was never going to love him. I’d only ever loved my parents and Haven. Okay, I did love Logan, and maybe I had carved out a little for Latch, but only when he wasn’t being an asshat.

  I’m not sure if my silence bothered him, but he began peppering my neck with kisses, then sucking on my nipples at the same time as he prodded my entrance with his cock. I was soaked to the hilt. He pushed in little by little.

  “Baby, you’re extremely tight. Let me know if it gets painful. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sounded surprised and confused.

  I wasn’t concerned about the pain, but death had occurred to me. What a way to go. Being impaled by Cockzilla. I mumbled something incoherent. My body was in the throes of passion, and I didn’t care about the discomfort or tearing. I wanted him to immerse himself inside me. I gripped both his hips, signaling him to go deeper.

  “Please, Kee. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep.”

  He thrust all the way in, causing me to blurt out a few more expletives along with a prayer. He stroked slowly as I began to duplicate his rhythm. The room became strong with the scent of musk and the sounds of sex. His breathing became labored as mine went fast and hard. He was deep within me, and it bordered on painful pressure that felt pleasurable. I’d never equated pain with sex, but I was beginning to see how some people might find it alluring.

  My pussy began to clench as my muscles began squeezing Keenan’s cock. I could feel him swell and then throb, and I knew he was about to come. My own climax was verging. Our bodies slid along each other as he continued to pound into me. I dug my fingers into his ass, trying to get closer. His thrusts became faster and faster. His body went taut as I heard a wild yell along with my name. My own orgasm erupted as my body bowed, and I felt hot semen spill into me. I was still convulsing as he gripped me tighter and his lips pressed into my neck. I sensed this was emotional for him too. I could feel his heart pounding with mine. Our bodies in sync.

  “I could never explain to you the depths of what you made me feel right now. It has never been like that with anyone,” he said in a hushed tone as he rested his head on my chest.

  “It was incredible. I’ve always used a condom. Maybe that’s why it felt different… and so good.”

  Keenan propped himself up and pinned me with one of the sexiest looks I’d ever seen. “Baby, what I just experienced had nothing to do with being bare. It had to do with how you make me feel. Can you not sense it?”

  “Oh, I felt it, and trust me; I’ll probably be feeling it for days. You may have to get me a wheelchair.”

  He snickered. “You know damn well I wasn’t talking about my cock. Jesus, Weezie, you do love avoiding feelings.”

  I wiggled underne
ath him. “No, I just think there are more important things to consider. Let me up. I have to pee,” I said as I pushed up against him.

  His body was slippery and glistened with sweat. I felt his release trickle down my thighs as he pulled out. The sudden loss of having him inside me so deeply left me with a cold hollowness. I sighed as I grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around me. I padded to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I choked back a snort as I viewed my hair in a chaotic mess, my lips swollen, along with chafing on my chin. My pussy was throbbing, not out of need, but out of abuse. Granted, I had enjoyed that “abuse,” but I could still feel the tightness and friction. Maybe a couple more times and I’d be one of two things: dead or stretched.

  I used the toilet, then washed my face. I ran a brush through my hair as I snatched a washcloth. I came back into the bedroom and found Keenan stretched out on the full length of my bed. Naked and hard—again. Now it was my turn to savor what my inner voice kept saying was mine. I’d waited many months. Now it was all about what I wanted—and I wanted him.

  He sighed deeply as he realized what was coming. It would be his turn shortly.

  11

  I knelt beside him and took what was mine. Well, at least for tonight. I washed him gently with the cloth as he continued to swell and harden. Good God, I think this thing has a life of its own. He wasn’t prepared for me, not by a long shot. While he might have been swinging a big cock… I had a mouth that could most likely accommodate it. I bet he’d never had a proper puff chore. I wasn’t even sure if I could deep throat it, but I was more than willing to try. Keenan’s body trembled in anticipation as his hand pressed on top of mine.

  “You don’t have to do this. I wasn’t expecting it. I wanted tonight to be all about you.”

  I looked up with a grin as I caressed him with the wet cloth. “Oh, this is for me. You really don’t get it, do you? Sucking a man’s cock is never about them. I love the power and the control it gives me.”