Casey's Warriors (Bondmates) (14 page)

The sun had dipped below the horizon, and as she stared up at Lorn, she couldn’t help but compare his eyes to the color of twilight, a beautiful dark blue mixed with almost purple.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked in a low voice that made her nipples harden to an uncomfortable state where just the rasp of her lacy bra was erotic.

“Yes.” Words failed her as she studied his lips and wondered if his kiss was as good as she remembered.

Adjusting her on his lap as if she weighed no more than a feather, she became of aware of his very hard, very thick cock pressing against her butt. Her pussy grew wet, well wetter, and she vaguely wondered if she’d managed to soak the crotch of her jeans yet. The temptation to touch him proved too great to resist and she reached up hesitantly, pausing before she actually touched his lips.

He let out a soft groan and kissed the tip of her finger before sucking it into his mouth. It felt so good, too good, almost as if her finger had a direct line to her clit. Then he released her finger and in a swift move had her straddling his lap with his cock pressing up against her in a breath stealing rush of hormones. He smelled so damned good that she just wanted to bury her face against his neck and breathe in his cologne. She’d never smelled anything like it before but it was lethal to a woman’s sense of decorum.

Threading his long fingers through her hair he gently tugged her closer until their lips met in a whisper-soft kiss that tore through her. She grasped his thick shoulders and groaned against his lips at the feel of his warm, slightly rough skin. He continued to kiss her with a skill that made her wanton and left her squirming against him, her pussy pulsing to the beat of her heart. Frantic for more, she tried to reach between them to lift his shirt but he stopped her.

“Easy,
alyah
.” He nipped at her lips with unexpectedly sharp teeth and she rocked her hips against his erection.

“I need you,” she panted while kissing along his jaw down to his neck where he smelled so good and hot. “Let me touch you.”

With a low growl he restrained her hands. “No.”

Stung, she tried to move off his lap but he held her in place. “No, let me touch you. Let me bring you pleasure.”

“But I want you to feel good, too.”

He grasped her face between his large hands. “Touching you, tasting you, is the best thing I have ever felt. You have no idea what just being here with you does to me. Let me savor you, Casey.”

The sincerity in his gaze tugged at her heart while the obvious heat tugged at her libido and she swallowed hard before nodding.

“Place your hands on my shoulders. The feel of your little nails digging into me drives me insane, but if you keep touching me I will not be able to resist taking you hard and fast, bent over the railing with your sweet ass in the air.”

Her eyes almost closed as the carnality of his statement made her clit throb. Part of her was totally on board with that plan, but the more rational part of her mind protested that anyone could walk in on them. However, that rational part of her mind was getting weaker by the second as Lorn ran his hands down her neck, over the bare skin of her shoulders, to lightly skim her rock-hard nipples.

She cried out at the first brush of his touch over those aching nubs, arching into his hands even as he continued his caress until he gripped her waist.

“Lord of Life, you test my self-control,” he murmured while kissing along her neck.

“Please, Lorn,” she whimpered, drowning in a sea of sensations too intense to be real. “Touch me.”

His voice took on a carnal tone that had her rubbing her hips against the hard bulge of his cock. “Oh, I plan on touching every inch of your luscious, soft body. I want to lick you, bite you, and feast on that delicious nectar I can smell spilling from your pussy.”

A hard shudder worked through her as his lips lowered to her cleavage. He slipped one hand beneath her ass, and in an amazing show of strength, lifted her so he could bury his face between her breasts, growling hard enough that his mouth vibrated against her skin. Vaguely she realized she should be alarmed by his growling and disturbed by how easily he held her against him, but his lips were moving closer to her nipple and she wanted to scream with the tension filling her.

She felt the soft, wet rasp of his tongue as it slipped between her bra and the very edge of her areola, and she jerked her top down followed by the cups of her bra until her breasts spilled out.

He froze against her and trembled, then leaned back and let out something akin to a snarl. “So pretty, so large and soft. Look at your nipples, pink like flowers and begging for my touch.”

“Please, Lorn,” she begged, “suck them.”

“Oh, Casey, I plan on doing much more than that.”

He dipped his head down and when his mouth wrapped around her right nipple she let out a choked scream. So good. His mouth sucked at her hard and she grabbed his face, holding him to her breast as she rocked faster on his lap, hitting her clit in a muscle-clenching burst of sensation. The need to come overwhelmed her and she shouted when he bit down on her nipple before switching to her other breast.

The rough tip of his tongue teased the nub while he began to rock back against her, the chains of the swing creaking with his movements as the hard muscles of his body tightened even more until she felt as if she was being pleasured by a stone statue come to life. Pleasure built, exquisite sensations filling her until she jerked her hips against his lap, grinding herself against him. His hands convulsed on her, then helped her ride the cloth-covered mound of his very big dick. Everything inside of her tightened, drawn into an almost painful clench of muscles as Lorn continued to feast on her breasts, suckling her nipples hard enough to send electric bolts of lust from her nipples straight to her soaked pussy. Another hard moan was torn from her throat as Lorn raked his sharp teeth over her nipples while squeezing her swollen breasts.

A slight vibration came from the area of Lorn’s lap and she vaguely wondered if he had a cell phone going off in his pocket, but she didn’t really care. Her orgasm hovered just on the edge and when Lorn raked his big dick against her clit she came with a scream. The suction of his mouth on her breast, the vibration from his cock, his scent, his touch, his everything shoved her into an amazing orgasm that was filled with pleasure and an odd sense of pride.

Her body shook against his and he growled again before whispered against her breast, “Mine.”

“Casey?” Dawn’s voice hit her like a cold splash of water and she opened her eyes to see her friend rounding the side of the house. She took one look at Lorn with his mouth wrapped around Casey’s breast and let out a yelp then spun around. “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! Oh shit, I’m leaving. Fuck…sorry, sorry.”

Mortified and feeling like a complete whore, Casey wrenched herself away from Lorn. “Let me go.”

He released her nipple with obvious reluctance and gave her a hungry, but puzzled look as she jerked her bra back in place. “What is wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I’m dry-fucking you on the front porch of your house! Your friends could have come around the side at any second and seen me.” She tried to move off his lap but he wouldn’t release her.

“They don’t matter.” He tried to tug her shirt back down but she smacked at his hands.

“They don’t matter? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not the kind of girl who will let some strange guy see my tits. Let me go!”

He released her and stared at her in confusion as she stumbled away from him, humiliation burning away her arousal. “Why are you so upset?”

“One of my best friends just saw me almost screwing you on the front porch. Fuck! I came on your lap!” He frowned and she trembled with desire, confusion mixing with her volatile emotions until she felt like crying. “I’ve gotta go.”

He stood and came after her as she sprinted down the steps. “Where are you going?”

“Just-just leave me alone, Lorn.”

“Casey, come back here.” He started to move down the steps and she walked faster until she was practically running. “Casey!”

“Just leave me alone,” she yelled back and to her horror found Dawn and Kimber staring at her as she bolted back to her house.

She’d barely made it in her front door before her friends came in after her. Kimber grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around to face her. “Did he hurt you? Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Tears started to fall and she hid her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry you had to see that, Dawn.”

“What did you see?” Kimber asked.

The familiar scent of Dawn’s perfume filled Casey as her friend hugged her. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I heard you scream and thought you were in trouble, not making out with that sex god.”

Kimber laughed and Casey lowered her hands to glare at her friend. “This is not funny!”

“What’s the big deal? If I had someone as hot as that to make out with I’d screw him on the roof of his house.”

Groaning, Casey collapsed on her couch and wished her body would stop throbbing with need. “I feel like such a slut.”

“You,” Dawn sat down next to her, “are not a slut. So you were making out with a guy on the front porch. Big deal.”

“But I don’t do things like that. What is wrong with me? I hardly know him. Shit, I don’t even know his last name and he was practically at third base with me.”

Kimber snorted. “Who gives a shit? He’s fucking hot and obviously way into you. I saw how he looked at you, that man wants you, bad. He can call himself Lorn King Kong Balls, for all I care.”

“This is so messed up.” Casey tried to take a deep breath to slow her racing heart but her body was way pissed off that she’d left Lorn’s arms. The memory of his hot mouth sucking her nipple made her want to scream with longing. “He must think I’m a psycho.”

“Don’t worry,” Dawn stood. “I’ll just tell him you aren’t feeling well.”

Kimber patted her knee. “Yeah. It’ll be fine.”

With a sigh Casey clasped her hands together and looked at her fingers. “I’m such an idiot. He’ll probably never want to speak to me again.”

“Well, I think you scared him but he seemed more worried than anything else.” She started towards the door. “Come on, Kimber, we can’t leave Paige alone over there.”

Casey felt like a total asshole for only thinking about herself. “Oh, shit, Paige. Is she okay?”

With an odd look on her face Kimber nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine. When I left she was talking to some scary-looking dude over by the fire.”

“Really?”

Dawn opened the door and nodded. “Yep. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of Lorn for you. We’ll tell him you had to puke or something.”

Feeling horny and miserable Casey nodded. “Thanks.”

Kimber blew her a kiss as they left and she leaned back, thunking her head against the couch. Great, she finally meets a man who hits all of her buttons, and first she acts like a mega slut, then freaks out and runs away from him like a spazz. She’d be lucky if Lorn even acknowledged her if she ever saw him again. The thought of never feeling his touch, tasting his kiss made tears burn and she struggled to process the feeling of soul-killing loss. What the hell was wrong with her?

The more she thought about Lorn the more she wanted him until she was groaning on her couch and pressing her thighs together to try and relieve the ache. Damn, she was so fucking horny she could barely think straight. She needed to take a cold shower then go to bed and try to get some sleep. Maybe in the morning things would be clearer.

With that in mind she left the lights in the living room on just in case one of her friends wanted to crash here tonight and made her way to her bathroom, shedding her clothes as she walked through her small bedroom to her bathroom. The air seemed to caress her skin as she stripped down and a restless hunger moved through her. Her whole body buzzed and just the action of walking made her disturbingly close to having an orgasm.

Looking into the mirror over the chipped white porcelain sink she tried to see if she could spot a rash or something on her skin that could be the cause of her weird sensitivity. Maybe she was allergic to Lorn’s cologne, or detergent, though she’d never heard of an allergic reaction that would make someone horny. As far as she could tell she looked pretty much the same, except her lips looked kiss-swollen and her nipples were harder and pinker than she’d ever seen them after the adoration of Lorn’s talented mouth. A quick check between her legs confirmed that her pussy was indeed engorged and her inner thighs were slick with her arousal. Biting her lip, she slipped her fingers over her waxed mound and her knees almost gave out at the raw bolt of need coursing through her blood.

She jerked her hand back and staggered to the shower, hoping that somehow washing would soothe her skin, or at the very least, if she had to call an ambulance for fatal horniness she would be clean. Before the water was even warm she stepped beneath the icy spray and gasped as her nipples hurt from the direct contact of the cold water. The water quickly warmed as she took in deep breaths, trying to calm her body when all it wanted to do was fuck.

Now.

With trembling hands she poured out a palm-full of her shampoo and quickly washed her hair, moaning at the feeling of her fingers stroking her scalp. Hell, it felt better than sex. When it came time for the conditioner her whole body ached, and she wanted a man between her legs like an obsession. The urge to touch herself and attempt to regain some of her sanity was too great to resist, especially after she soaped her breasts then her pussy. The memory of Lorn’s lips sucking at her had her moaning as her touch turned to a caress.

Leaning back against the blue tile wall she spread her legs and slid her fingers between them, crying out at the merest brush of her fingers over her clit. Okay, something was really, really wrong with her but it felt too good to stop. Unable to even touch her clit because it was so sensitive, she slid her fingers over her slick outer labia, massaging the flesh with a gentle touch producing a constant stream of moans and whimpers.

She stared with unseeing, pleasure-glazed eyes through the clear vinyl of her shower curtain, slowly learning her body like she’d never touched herself before. When she brushed the entrance to her sex with her fingertip she actually screamed, unable to help herself as the dangerously wonderful feeling combined with her ever-growing need for fulfillment. Her mind switched to Lorn and she imagined it was his finger touching her, his lips wrapping around her nipple.