Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) (10 page)

“Jesus, Weezie, you are as stunning as I expected,” he murmured as he stepped closer.

His hand brushed my exposed breasts. He reached into one of the cups and gently began to knead my nipple. I sucked in a deep breath as I lowered my eyes. There was no mistaking his arousal. His length looked long and heavy. My pussy began to pulsate with need. I reached my hand down to stroke him through his pants.

“No, I want tonight to be all about you. You’ve waited patiently—well, somewhat patiently.” He chuckled softly, taking away my hand. “I want to pleasure you tonight—all night.”

“What about you? I’ve anticipated this moment, and I’m eager to taste you,” I said so quietly I almost couldn’t hear myself.

His face showed signs of discomfort. “And I want that, but later. Rest assured, I want to experience your puff chore.” He choked on a snort.

“Oh, you know about puff chore?”

“How could I not? Latch told me everything. Well, he used to before he became a married man.”

“Can I at least touch you?” It appeared I wasn’t quite above begging.

He grasped my hand and this time let me trace the outline of his cock. He was huge. Men always boasted about the size of their cocks. I’m surprised most didn’t carry a tape measure. Keenan had mentioned his rather sizeable attribute, and he hadn’t exaggerated. I’d heard men brag many times and always been disappointed. I was currently thinking I might have found a cock I couldn’t deep throat. Regardless, I was eager to test out that theory.

“So utterly breathtaking.” Keenan’s lips rested on the expanse of my neck as he began to lick across my collarbone. He was going to drive me to madness at this rate. My body was pleading for more. His hand reached around and unhooked my bra. I saw it fall to the floor and land on my blouse. My normal instinct was to cover my breasts, which was difficult considering their size.

“Don’t. Not from me. I want to envelop every part of you. I want to visually ravish every detail and savor every moment,” he whispered as his body crushed into mine.

I struggled with the bottom of his shirt. He took a step back and pulled it over his head. I swear my mouth began to water. Never had I wanted to devour a man more in my life. I’d seen his body on billboards, print ads, and on the internet. But nothing compared to the real thing. For a moment, I forgot I was topless and reached out to graze his chest. He was too perfect to be real. Smooth and lightly tanned, he was a sculpture in motion. His body was decadent. The six-pack he displayed was defined by a narrow waist and enunciated by a chiseled V. His arms were thicker than I expected and dense with muscle. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. The perfect combination of every woman’s wet dream. I must have done something good in a past life if he was my prize.

I proceeded to drift my hand across his chest. Pausing briefly, gently flicking his nipple. I sucked in my breath as my hand slipped farther down toward the light-colored hair leading into his waistband. I heard a growl come deep from his throat. I wasn’t used to him being so sexual, and I almost didn’t know what I should do. He suddenly grabbed both my wrists and brought them to his lips.

“I love you.”

My body petrified. Was he insane? Had I heard him correctly? Had lack of sex rendered me hearing impaired? “What? You can’t love me. Jesus, Kee, you don’t have to placate me with words. It’s not necessary. I want this—I want you.”

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 fit.

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.