Bleacke's Geek (Bleacke Shifters) (7 page)

He kicked his shoes off and raised his hips as she pulled his pants and briefs down and tossed them to the floor. His socks followed. She pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. “Grab a pillow, sweetie. I want you to watch me suck your cock.”

He fumbled around behind him, grabbed one, and dragged it under his head. His cock jutted up, rigid, engorged, ready.

Her eyes never left his as she lowered her mouth until just over the tip. Wrapping her fingers gently around his shaft, she blew over the head and flicked her tongue over his slit.

He moaned.

* * * *

He’s
never
had a blow job?

Thank the Goddess there was a world of stupid women out there. His body, nicely trim even if not heavily muscled, wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. His shirt, at least one size too large, had hid his form, as had his slacks. Not much chest hair, just a very light dusting across his pecs and a thin, dark treasure trail leading from his navel south to the soft nest of hair between his legs.

He had great legs, his thighs firm and nicely shaped, as was his ass.

Ah, the bike riding.

That made sense. He did have a biker’s trim, leanly lithe body. She’d been a little concerned about what he’d look like naked. Not that it’d make any difference to her, especially now. He was actually a refreshing change from Beck and his bulging biceps.

And he’s allll mine.

She flicked her tongue again and drew another soft moan from him. She couldn’t stop herself from the comparisons. He even tasted better than Beck, tangy and sweet and salty all at the same time.

Crap.
She’d have to call Beck in the morning and break the news to him.
Thank the Goddess he’ll understand.
No more midnight drop-in booty calls for that wolf.

Pulling her mind back to her mate stretched out before her, she lightly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed his low, deep moan of pleasure. His gaze didn’t leave her even as she slowly sucked his member between her lips, taking her time, enjoying every noise he made and the way his body trembled under hers.

She cupped his sac in her hand, softly stroking him, palming the warm, soft weight, her fingers playing with his hair. She loved everything about him.

Her eyes dropped closed as a low moan of her own escaped. Her heart belonged to him, totally. She’d never really, truly believed the bonding bullshit before…until now. She’d die for him, kill for him, love him until her life ended.

Passion took over. She eagerly worked his hot, slick shaft in her mouth, sucking every drop of precum out of him that she could and wanting more.

“I…I can’t hold back,” he gasped.

Without releasing his cock, she reached up with her other hand and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her head. She thought one word to him. “
Don’t.”

His hips bucked in time with her movements as her head bobbed up and down over him. She felt his fingers tighten on her scalp even as his cock tensed and hardened, signaling his release.

When his sac tightened in her hand, she knew. She went deep, sucking hard, something inside her reveling in his loud gasp, followed by a cry as his seed filled her mouth and rolled over her tongue.

Even after he finished and lay there limp and panting, she stayed where she was, holding him in her mouth, not wanting to let go. When she finally lifted her head, his fingers had gone lax in her hair and his eyes were closed.

“Well?” she asked.

* * * *

“That was…holy crap, that was…amazing!” Better than amazing, it was fan-fucking-tastic. He forced his eyes open and looked at her to see an expression of wry amusement on her face.

“And I wasn’t even being creative,” she gently teased as she crawled up the bed to lie next to him. “Just imagine how good it would have felt if I’d done more.”

He shook his head. “Nothing could have felt better than that.”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s lots of things we’ll do over the next few centuries that will feel a lot better than that.”

He didn’t want to contemplate if that was a literal or figurative comment. He rolled on top of her and kissed her. “Time for me to return the favor.”

She wore that amused expression again. “Ever gone down on a woman?”

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”

Her smile widened. “Maybe the first, but definitely not the last, if I have my way.”

He slowly worked his way down her body. She felt smooth and warm under his hands. He stroked her skin, afraid he’d wake up from this wonderful dream. She wove her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to one of her breasts. The sweet, happy moan he drew from her hardened him again. He cupped her breasts and spent long, slow, sweet minutes teasing her, from one side to the other, enjoying the way her nipples tightened under his tongue before he continued his southerly sojourn.

Except for a narrow, neatly trimmed landing strip of hair, her mound was completely bare. He licked her navel, her hands never leaving his head, her breathing growing more rapid the closer he approached to his intended target. Her sweet, musky scent of arousal made him want to fuck her right then and there.

She pulled her legs up, fully exposing herself to him and he let out a sharp cry as he dove for her. He had to taste her, the craving filling his soul. She let out a soft mewling sound as he slowly licked her. His tongue dipped inside her, a moan of his own tumbling from him as her sweet taste her filled his brain.

Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he settled in and assumed that her positive noises and the fact that she eagerly ground her hips against his face meant she enjoyed his ministrations. After a few minutes, she let out a loud cry as her back arched and her body tensed.

He didn’t relent, flicking at her clit with his tongue as she rolled her head back and forth, moaning. Her entire body twisted under him until one last cry, louder than the rest, ripped through her and she went limp.

He lifted his mouth from her and kissed her left thigh, then her right, and smiled up at her. “How was that?”

* * * *

In disbelief, Dewi raised her head to look at him. “How was
that
?” She dropped her head to the bed again and laughed at his pleased expression. “Oh, fuck me, baby, that was great!”

He laughed. She loved his laugh. “I’m glad.”

“No, I mean it. Fuck me. Right now. I want you inside me.”

He worked his way up the bed and she wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned as his hard shaft slid between the pleasantly swollen lips of her sex. “Smart ass.” She kissed him, tasting her juices on his lips, his mouth capturing her happy moan as he thrust hard and deeply inside her.

Every stroke he took sent her body rolling along another wave of blissful pleasure. Never before had anything ever felt this good.

Not even—

No. I won’t think about him tonight.
She’d have to deal with Beck soon enough. Tonight was about loving her mate with all her heart and soul.

Someone to finally claim as hers and hers alone.

Someone to love her.

Her alone.

Dewi nuzzled his neck as she struggled to hold back her climax. “Please, baby,” she whispered. “Please come for me!”

* * * *

Ken dropped his head to her shoulder as his climax flowed through him. Maybe he’d been doing things wrong all these years, but whacking off had never, ever felt this powerful. His three encounters with other women before Dewi damn sure never felt this good.

She cried out as he felt her muscles squeezing his shaft and knew she’d reached her climax, too.

He froze, gasping for breath, terrified.

“What’s wrong?” Even her voice had changed.

He shook his head, afraid to speak.

She caught his chin and made him look her in the eye. “What’s wrong?” she asked again, gently.

“When do I have to go?”

“Go?”

He swallowed, his gut tight with worry. “Go. When will you make me leave?”

When she hugged him tightly, he sensed her holding back again for fear of hurting him. “Never. You’re never leaving me. Please stop thinking that.”

* * * *

He captured Dewi’s mouth in a fierce kiss that melted her body and apparently stiffened his cock again, from the feel of him growing hard inside her. He fucked her hard and fast, desperately, his fear that she didn’t mean what she said washing off him in waves so strong it made her heart ache for him.

First thing on her agenda would be proving to him she meant forever and healing his emotional scars.

Then she’d think about beating the crap out of whoever had hurt him.

Her mate.

They both experienced another explosive orgasm that left them gasping for air. Despite loving this, she hoped they settled down after a few days or they’d literally fuck each other to death at this rate.

He rolled onto his side, taking her with him. They lay in each other’s arms with Dewi nestled against him. Eyes closed, she inhaled even as her fingers traced random patterns across his chest. “I love you,” she whispered. “Forever. I promise.”

“I love you too, Dewi. I don’t understand why or how, but I do.” He nuzzled her hair. “I think Dellis Tadewi is a beautiful name. It’s unique, like you.”

She blushed. “It’s a stupid name,” she mumbled.

“No, it’s not. It’s unique. Something else we have in common. Unusual names.”

She settled deeper into his embrace. His body felt as if it had been sculpted to perfectly fit hers. “True.”

His fingers stroked her arm. She loved how natural it felt being with him, opening up to him, giving him her all, mind, body, soul…and her heart.

Something she’d never been able to give before.

“I have a feeling you have a lot more experience than I do in this area,” he softly admitted. “I promise I’ll do better.”

She giggled. “You do much better, you’ll make my brain explode. You’re fantastic. How could any of those three women ever give you up? Not that I’m complaining.” She gazed up into his face.

He shrugged a little as his expression darkened. She felt his pain again, sharp and keening. “One night each, and they said they’d call me later. None of them ever did.”

She froze. “You mean you were only with them one time
each
?”

“Yeah.”

Propping herself up on one arm, she gently turned his chin so he had to look at her. “You mean to tell me when we did it in the restaurant earlier, that was the fourth time,
ever
, you’d been with a woman?”

He nodded.

She fought conflicting waves of indignant rage at wanting revenge on his behalf. Followed by joy that she was, for all practical considerations, the only woman of any importance he’d ever had a relationship with, much less made love to. And guilt for the fact that she had not only had several more lovers than he had, but a lot more experience.