Bull, p.18
Bull, page 18
“People—”
I knew I was going to lose her if I didn’t do something to keep her mind off our surroundings. I leaned forward with the intent to just kiss her, but once I caught the scent of her arousal I zeroed right in on her exposed pussy. “Fuck,” I growled, burying my face against her and inhaling deeply. Viola cried out and arched her hips. She was completely bare, her cunt plump and soft, and I was lost. My tongue separated her folds, finding her slick with cream, and a low groan escaped me as I got my first taste of heaven on earth.
“Fucking heaven,” I rasped hoarsely, greedily lapping her up. Holy shit, I was going to come in my fucking pants, and I reached down to give my dick a tight squeeze to fend the feeling off. There was no question that she liked what I was doing, but I still grasped her hips and held her against my mouth.
I licked all around her labia before focusing in on her little clit. It was hard and swollen when I took it inside my mouth and sucked hard. Viola bowed sharply, gasping hard, burying her hands in my hair as if she couldn’t help herself. She began to thrust against my mouth, a telling sign that she was chasing her orgasm. I continued to nibble, lick, and suck while slipping two fingers into her hot channel. Immediately they were sucked in and clamped on by her greedy little pussy, and I grinned around the clit that I was tonguing.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes!” she panted. “Don’t stop!”
Wasn’t planning on it. “I like the taste of your little cunt,” I admitted, moving my fingers in and out of her. All the while I was dry humping against my bike. “I could come just by licking your pussy.” I found her little sweet spot and curled my fingers against it.
She moaned loudly. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” she cried.
“Come, baby,” I demanded huskily.
“I am!” she cried out again, losing control against my mouth and fingers and convulsing wildly.
I tongue fucked her deeply, wanting to get every last drop of her cream. Her body squeezed and pulsed around me as she rode the wave until she had nothing more to give. When I slid my fingers out of her body, she gave a last shudder.
I’d never gone down on any of the club girls—for obvious reasons—but I hadn’t thought twice about diving right in on Viola’s pussy. “Sweetest tasting pussy I’ve ever had.”
“I’ve never, it’s never felt that intense before.”
I assumed that she was talking about her orgasm. I leaned forward with a laugh and said against her lips, “Maybe you should do spontaneous more often.”
She nodded as I closed my lips over hers. Taking my time, I kissed her long and hard and then pulled away. Keeping my eyes on hers, I whispered, “I need to fuck you now.” I reached inside my pocket for the condom that I always kept in there and pulled it out. With my eyes still on hers, I tore the foil packet open with my teeth, pulled the condom out, and stepped back.
“Let me,” Viola said in a sexy tone.
First, she reached forward and undid my pants. I expected her to dive inside for my dick and pull it out, but the monster was so fucking hungry that as soon as she unzipped my jeans he broke through and began to bob at her.
She released a little laugh, staring down at it. “Wow,” she said after a minute. “Eager.”
I grunted. “I thought you were in awe of the size.”
“Oh, that too, Big Guy.”
I pulled my pants down to just below my balls. She rolled the condom on and then looked up at me. “Now what?” she teased.
My first thought was to spin her around and take her from behind like I wanted to, but something stopped me. I wanted to be facing Viola the first time I fucked her. Wanted to see her expression when I plowed my nine inches into her and she came around my dick. I pulled her around on the seat and then positioned her ass on the very edge, the need to be inside her so strong that I was worried I might be too rough.
“No turning back after this,” I warned her. “Once I’m inside you, I don’t stop until I finish.”
“I don’t want you to, Bull.”
Given the green light, I lined my dick up and thrust forward, filling her in one deep plunge. She sucked in her breath and clenched my arms, bringing her face to the side of my neck where she panted against me. I held still for a minute, closing my eyes and groaning at the intense pleasure coursing through me. Viola was tight. She was hot and wet. And she gripped my dick like my fist did when I had to use my hand for relief.
“Fucking shit, I knew you’d be tight.” I pulled back to the tip and plowed into her again. “Are you okay, baby?” Her silence worried me.
She nodded against my shoulder. “Just enjoying being filled by the thickest, longest cock I’ve ever had.”
Fuck.
Me.
I didn’t care if she was telling the truth or just trying to feed my ego, her words ignited a fire in my gut that could only be put out in one way, and I began to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. My grasp on her hips would leave bruises, and her ass might even get a little burn from my leather seat, but I pulled her on my dick every time I thrust my hips forward. Every time her cunt closed around my dick and squeezed, I thought I would come. I pulled out and slammed forward, picking up my speed, over and over, feeling my balls fill and draw up tight to my body.
“Baby—” I was going to come. Her hands were on my chest again, raking over it like an angry cat sharpening her claws. She twisted my nipples sharply, drawing a grunt from me. I loved the pain—always had—because it was always followed closely by unbelievable pleasure. Her nails trailed down my torso to where we were joined, inching below to reach my balls. When she took them into her hands and squeezed them, I was a goner.
So was she. I’d made sure to slide against her clit every time I’d entered her body.
“Fuuuuuck!” I roared, throwing my head back and coming hard. I filled the condom and then some, wishing like hell that I’d been able to fuck Viola bare. I wanted my cum inside her, wanted to see it leaking out of her body and know it was mine.
Christ. Those thoughts had come out of nowhere, and they scared the piss out of me.
I wasn’t even done coming inside of her and I was already thinking of the next time. As I convulsed against her, she took my face in her hands and kissed me. She worked her tongue inside my mouth and wasn’t shy about nipping my bottom lip when she was done. Still breathing hard, my tongue automatically went to the small sting.
“Thank goodness you’re parked in the dark,” she said softly, slightly out of breath.
I couldn’t even muster up the strength to respond to that. We were leaning into each other weakly, still trying to catch our breath, covered in sweat, heart racing, the arousing smell of sex in the air. I knew we had to get out of there before I fucked her again.
As if reading my thoughts, she asked, “What now, Big Guy?”
I snorted. “We go to your place and do it all over again.”
Chapter 26
VIOLA
Bull hadn’t been kidding. We’d done it all over again in what could only be described as a sex marathon. We’d had sex all through the night. Mind-blowing sex. I’d had so many orgasms that I’d lost count. Sex with Bull had been an eye-opening experience of sexual pleasure that I’d only ever dreamed about. The man had moves, and he’d taught me what I’d been missing in my prior experiences. What my partners had been missing.
Skill, and the knowledge of how to take care of a woman’s needs.
I woke up the next morning exhausted, and so sticky down below that my thighs were glued together. Bull had worn a condom all six times, but one time he’d stripped it off and come all over me, and then rubbed it into my skin like lotion. My core clenched just thinking about it. I’d never experienced anything so erotic in my life. Before Bull I’d thought that I’d had good sexual encounters, but looking back now, I realized they’d been mediocre at best.
I just hadn’t had anything to compare them with.
I tried to shift my body, but Bull had his big arm draped over me as he spooned me from behind. A smile spread across my face at the thought of what his reaction would be when he found out that he’d spent the night in my bed. We’d talked a little in between sex, and I’d found out that he hadn’t slept with a woman in years. It wasn’t his preference to share his bed. He liked his space and he didn’t like clinging women.
He didn’t need to worry about that with me. Not that I’d ever been clingy with anyone else. After last night I’d decided that I was going off-script, though. Lissa would be glad to hear that. She’d given me a hard time for a long time about following my mom’s outdated formula for happiness. I’d always considered myself a free spirit, and I did do spontaneous, but it had never applied to the more intimate aspects of my life.
Something hard poked against my bottom and I instinctively pushed back, getting a deep groan from Bull. He in turn thrust his cock against me harder, letting me know that he was awake. His hand journeyed down my body to my pussy, drawing a moan from me. I shuddered when his fingers burrowed between my legs, going straight to my clit. Oh, God, I was so sensitive down there, but in a good way. I opened my mouth to warn him that I was messy there, but words escaped me when his finger slid inside me.
I shamelessly opened myself to him, whimpering as my core clenched with renewed arousal around the thick digit.
“How sore are you?” Bull’s hoarse thick morning voice turned me on even more.
“Not so sore that I want you to stop.” One night of his precise brand of loving had turned me into a nymphomaniac. “How about you?” I teased.
He laughed softly against my shoulder. “Baby, I could have kept going, but I wanted to give you a break.”
An amused snort escaped me. “Oh, sure you could have, Big Guy.” The last time that we’d had sex he’d fallen back on the bed with breathless exhaustion, all sweaty and flushed, and had fallen to sleep within seconds.
He pulled me onto my back and looked down at me with amusement in his eyes. “You think I’m kidding?”
“You fell asleep before I did,” I reminded him smartly. His eyes moved to my mouth, watching me say the words. I licked my lips.
After a minute of trying to intimidate me with a mock frown, his expression smoothed over with a sexy grin. “You did wear me out, woman. I couldn’t get enough of you last night.”
“Good thing that TJ did a good job repairing my bed.”
His laugh was more of a grunt. “Not the time to talk about TJ.”
Was Bull jealous?
“I think you’ve turned me into a sex fiend,” I admitted. “You did things to me I’ve never done before, and I liked it.” I gave him a wink. “I think there’s something to be said for being spontaneous. I should have listened to Lissa a long time ago.”
I wasn’t expecting his brows to furrow in a slight frown, as if I’d said something that he didn’t like. It didn’t last though.
“I’m glad I set you free.” He leaned forward and covered my lips with his.
It started out soft and slow, an exploratory kiss that quickly turned into something wild and needy. Bull’s tongue parted my lips and then thrust hotly against mine. I reciprocated with an eagerness that drew a groan out of him. He rolled on top of me, aligning our body’s perfectly. I ran my hands over his backside, exploring his hard muscles, and ended with my hands clenched in his hair.
Suddenly, we were consuming each other. Touch. Taste. Sound. All worked together to fuel our hunger.
When Bull thrust his hard-on between my legs I was lost. I arched beneath him, urging him, begging him to complete the connection. But he just rubbed that big, hard muscle up and down my wet slit, building a fire in my core. My clit throbbed, and with a whimper I reached between us with the intention of touching myself.
“No!” He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. Our eyes clashed. “My way,” was all he said, before slamming his mouth down on mine.
I moaned, he groaned, as we sucked and nibbled at each other’s lips.
We were both breathing hard, and I didn’t have to work hard for that first orgasm. Bull mercilessly teased me with his cock, this time making sure he included my clit in the most satisfying way. We both released sounds of deep pleasure, and I arched my hips for more pressure. God, I wanted him inside me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, hard and intense.
“Bull!” I cried out, convulsing wildly beneath him as he ground his cock against my pelvis. I felt the rush, the small explosion, and then I was coming. “Oh, God, yes!” I gripped his naked ass hard, holding him tightly right where I wanted him.
Bull grunted but let me have my way. I felt the muscles in his butt flex and the hard ridge of his cock swell, throb, and then a hot wetness sprayed my pussy before running down between the crack of my ass.
“Shit!” he rasped, jerking against me.
I had to wonder at the surprise in his voice.
Panting and still riding my wave of release, I glanced up at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, nostrils flared and mouth opened. I couldn’t help but think that he was the epitome of a primal animal, roaring in victory as he conquered his mate.
His hands squeezed my wrists where he was still holding me pinned down to the bed. I whimpered every time his cock pulsed against my sensitive clit, and every time it throbbed I felt another stream of cum hit me. The strong scent of sex became a heavy cloud surrounding us. As we both struggled to come down, the tautness I’d felt in Bull’s body gradually loosened, and he slowly let his weight drop against me.
“Fuck, baby, I wasn’t even in your pussy, but that ranked right up there.”
I smoothed my hands up and down his back and closed my eyes, totally relaxed.
“I should move before I crush you.”
“Mmm, I like your weight against me.” I was half-asleep. “You’re like a big, hairy, warm blanket.”
His grunt caused me to smile, and then at the unexpected sound of something hitting my front door, he jumped off me. The impact had been so hard that it caused my alarm to go off. I was instantly alert and made a move to get off my bed.
“Stay here!” Bull ordered sharply, the harshness of his tone causing me to hesitate.
He reached for his pants, not to put them on, but to grab his gun. He rushed from the room, naked. It took a few seconds before I was able to move again, knowing that if I didn’t turn off my alarm, someone would respond to it. Something told me that Bull wouldn’t appreciate any cops showing up because a neighbor had called it in. The main control panel was by the front door, but TJ had added a second one in the closet in case something happened and I was trapped in my bedroom.
I reset the alarm and started to leave my room when I realized that I was completely naked. Hearing my front door being opened, I began to move in a panic and snatched up Bull’s shirt at my feet. I quickly slipped it over my head and then cautiously left my bedroom. My eyes rounded with slight concern when they fell on my opened doorway and no Bull. Without thinking, I rushed toward the door, but just as I was about to step outside, Bull was there to stop me. Apparently he hadn’t gone far.
The first words out of my mouth were, “You went outside naked?”
He shook his head with an aggravated look on his face. “Damnit, Viola, I told you to stay put!” He pushed me back into my apartment and slammed the door behind him. He twisted the lock, facing me with growing anger in his eyes.
“What was it?” I asked, unconcerned by his irritation. And then I noticed the brick in his hand, the one that was not holding the gun. “What’s that?”
“A fucking threat.” He moved further into the room toward my bedroom.
“A threat? What kind of threat?” I stood there in shock and watched him leave the room.
“We’ll talk over coffee!” he yelled from my bedroom.
Well, okay then. I went to the kitchen and made a pot, getting two mugs down from the cupboard while it was brewing. Not sure how Bull liked his, I set out the sugar dish and then went to the fridge for the creamer.
He came back into the room with nothing on but his jeans, which he’d zipped only halfway and left unbuttoned. The brick was still in his hands but thank goodness the gun was not. “Someone has my shirt.”
My jaw dropped as it dawned on me that it was me. I’d been in such a hurry to get out there that I’d just grabbed his shirt and put it on. “Oh! Sorry.” I felt a warm blush spread across my cheeks and reached for the hemline to take it off.
“Baby—”
I paused and met his eyes.
“Ever been fucked on the kitchen counter?”
That question had come out of nowhere. I sucked in my breath at the image his words conjured up, even though he’d made it sound like a mild threat. “Can’t say that I have,” I admitted.
“You keep going and today, will be your first.”
I just stood there blinking like an idiot, until his words sank in.
I dropped the hem of the tee, deciding to leave it on.
“We need to talk.”
“Right.” I poured the coffee, added creamer to mine, and turned toward the table. Bull left his black and joined me. “How do you know it was a threat?” I asked as I sat down.
With a heavy sigh, he set the brick on the table. “Because it says so.”
I glanced down. Someone had written the words, “You’re dead.” I gasped and swung my eyes back up to his. “Who—” I stopped to pull myself together, but the panic rose inside me, causing my heart to race and my mind to whirl. Who would want me dead? What if Bull hadn’t been here. Would they have found a way inside and killed me? How would they have killed me?
“Baby—” Bull reached across the table and covered my hand, his touch and the sound of his voice bringing me back to him. His expression was fierce. Warrior fierce. “I’ve got you.”
“What does that mean?”
He pulled back and took a big sip of his coffee, which caused me to grimace because black coffee was horrible. “It means I need you to pack a bag. You’re coming with me.”
