Craving (Steel Brothers Saga Book 1) (6 page)

My knees buckled beneath me. My skin was blazing and my pussy throbbing. He wasn’t offering me love. He wasn’t even offering friendship. What he was offering was a good old-fashioned fuck with his body that had been carved by artists in heaven.

I didn’t think about the consequences, about having to live under the same roof with him and what that would mean. I didn’t think about how it would feel to see him every day and not be able to touch him. I didn’t think about what the night might ultimately mean to me and the sadness I might feel at never being able to have it again.

I should have thought of all those things.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I met his dark gaze.

“You want to fuck me so bad? Then do it, Talon.”

I
grabbed
her arm and jerked her toward me. God, those breasts, against my chest…her hard nipples poking me… I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready to stick my cock inside her. In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. Wherever she let me. And she would let me go wherever I wanted. I could see it in her eyes, those steely blue orbs that haunted me. She’d let me have whatever I wanted tonight.

Why was I hesitating? I was Talon Steel. I took what was offered. I never felt the least amount of guilt.

I looked down at her red lips, swollen from the kiss I had given her. Fuck, that kiss… I’d been like an animal marking his prey. God help me, I couldn’t get enough of her lips, enough of her luscious tits pressed against me, enough of her blue gaze that crashed right into my soul.

I would be her undoing. I knew that without question.

But I didn’t care. I had to get my cock inside her. And if she was willing? Who was I to refuse?

I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hallway into my suite. I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was never gentle. And even though with her, I almost wanted to be, I was so fucking turned on now that I couldn’t be.

I set her down next to my bed. She turned to face me, her gaze never leaving mine as she slowly pulled the white tank top over her head. Her ample breasts fell gently against her chest, her brownish-pink nipples taut and hard. She cupped them for a moment, as if holding them out in offering, but then slid her hands down her sides and over her hips, taking her boxers with her. When they were a plaid puddle on the floor, she stepped out of them.

Fuck me.
She was shaved bare, her ruby pussy lips on full display. I nearly creamed myself right there. I had to squeeze the base of my dick to calm myself down. Jesus, I was like a teenager around her.

She took a step toward me, placed her silky hands on my hips, and brushed my lounge pants down over my legs and onto the floor.

Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I couldn’t help a small smile. Seconds later, though, she met my gaze, slid her hands up my abdomen and neck to cup my cheeks.

“Take me, Talon,” she said. “Take what you need.”

I could have thrown her on the bed and fucked her silly right then and there. She was ready. The lips of her beautiful pussy were already glistening.

But no. I wanted to go slowly, to savor her. I had to make this night count, make it everything it could be. I had to, because I needed to make damn sure this need went away after tonight.

“Get on the bed,” I said.

She smiled—oh my God, she was fucking beautiful—and complied.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“I’m going to suck on your nipples, blue eyes. I’m going to suck them until they’re raw and aching. Tell me you want that, baby. Tell me you want my lips all over your nipples, all over your breasts.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttered closed. “I want that. I want you to suck my nipples.”

I flicked my tongue over one hard bud. “I want to suck and suck on them, baby, until your pussy is so wet and dripping for me, until you’re begging for my cock.”

“If it’s begging you want, I’m ready now.”

I shook my head. “No way. I’m going to make you really want it, really ache for it. By the time I’m done with you, blue eyes, you are going to be rode hard and put away wet.”

I took one of her dark-pink nipples between my lips and sucked.

She writhed beneath me, moaning. “God, that feels so good.”

I continued sucking and tugging, while I found the other with my hand, giving a light pinch.

She jerked beneath me.

God, her pussy. I could smell her… Her arousal. That scent that made me crazy. I sucked harder on her nipple, pinched harder on the other. Her hips began moving, wafting more of her scent toward me.

She had a musky odor that reminded me of a ripe peach. Goddamnit, I loved peaches. I wanted to slide down her luscious body and lick her sweet cream. But I wasn’t done with her nipples yet. I wanted her so tight, so on edge that she was begging for me.

She writhed underneath me, moaning, groaning. Each time I gave her nipple another light pinch, she jolted.

“Oh my God, Talon. God…”

I let her nipple drop from between my lips with a soft pop, and I looked into her steely eyes. “You like that, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

I continued working her nipples while I trailed my hand down her soft skin to that oasis between her legs. I found her clit easily and pushed on it. She jerked with a loud sigh.

She began moving in rhythm with my finger as I teased her clit.

She was so fucking wet—wet with that fragrant nectar of hers. I resisted the urge to dip into her channel with my fingers. No, I was going to go slow. I would make her want me so badly she couldn’t take it anymore.

She threaded her fingers through my hair as I started sucking on her nipple again, all the while teasing her clit.

“Please, please…” she begged.

Again I let the nipple drop from my mouth. “Please what?”

“Please… Your finger… Your cock… I need you inside me.”

“All in good time.” I returned to her nipple, sucking it, kissing it. I worked my tongue around her areola and then up over the full globe of her breast. Her skin was like silk under my lips, and she was so responsive. So warm.

A few seconds more, and I dropped her nipple again and removed my hand from her clit. I quickly turned her around and pushed her on the bed so she was lying on her tummy. Her beautiful ass, creamy and milky, drew my attention. I gave her a soft slap and then shifted her knees forward so her ass was the air. Her beautiful red pussy was on display, ripe for me to take it. And her puckered little hole… Goddamn…the woman was killing me.

I couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. I shoved my face between her butt cheeks and inhaled her musky odor. I swiped my tongue along her slit and nearly unraveled. God, she tasted so fucking good. Better than any pussy I had ever tasted, and I’d had more than my share. Even her little asshole tasted sweet.

I slid my tongue through her folds again. She moved her hips backward, moaning.

“Your pussy tastes so good, blue eyes.” I dived back in again, sliding her labia along my teeth, nipping, biting, sucking. Couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy.

When I finally took a break and kissed the sweet curves of her ass, I inserted two fingers into her cunt. Immediately she clenched around me, jerking backward.

God, she was coming. And it was the most exciting thing ever. Her moans and clenches fueled my desire. She was going to come and come and come all fucking night. She responded to my touch like no other had.

“Talon, what are you doing to me? Damn, it’s good.” She kept driving into my fingers, her spasms increasing.

And I was beyond thrilled.

“Yeah, baby, come all around my fingers.” I hoped to God she wasn’t a one-orgasm woman, because I was far from done.

I nursed her through the end of her spasms, and she collapsed on her belly.

I turned her over. I could’ve slid my cock into her heat in that moment, and damn, I was tempted, but I had to savor her. This would be the only time I had her, and I had to get enough to ease my desire. Make it go away forever.

“Sit up,” I commanded. “I want you to suck my cock.”

Her eyes fluttered open. Her lush body was flushed pink. She was clearly still reeling from her orgasm, yet she obeyed me, sitting up and wrapping her slender, warm fingers around my erection.

“How do you like it, Talon? Licking? Kissing? Sucking deep?”

“All of the above.” I closed my eyes. “Just get those lips around my cock.”

She bent forward and obeyed, kissing my tip. I damn near exploded. Then she tongued my tiny slit, swirling her tongue around the head. God, I was sensitive. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to stay in check. This had to last if I was going to get her out of my system.

She slid her tongue down the underside of my cock to the base and up again. Then she swirled around the head again and clamped her lips over it, taking me to the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, and I had to force myself not to release down her throat.

“Damn.”

She continued sucking me, making me crazy, until I couldn’t hold off any longer. I grabbed on to her head, forcing her down upon my cock and then up and back down, up and back down. I ached to come down her throat, to watch my semen wet her mouth, watch her lick my saltiness from her lips.

No way. I was coming in that hot little pussy of hers.

I had planned to take her from behind, doggy-style. That way I wouldn’t have to look at her face, but suddenly I wanted more than anything to see those eyes when I came inside her and as she shattered again around my hardness. I grabbed her hair and forced her off of my cock, and laying her down on her back, I spread her legs. Her red pussy lay beckoning, already swollen from her first orgasm. How easy it would be slide right in, find my solace within her sweet body.

But I wasn’t looking for solace. Solace didn’t exist for me. What I needed now was release, pure and simple—an end to my aching need.

So instead of sliding into her, I thrust into her harshly, taking her. Taking what she was giving me, what she had told me to take.

And my God, she fit me like a fucking glove. The suction around me, every little ridge inside her cunt, the edge of her cervix—all of it had been created as a perfect mold to my cock. She was milking me, and I hadn’t even pulled out and thrust in again yet.

I was so on edge. I could spill at any moment. How would this help my need if I couldn’t make it last?

“Please, Talon. Please fuck me. I need it. Now.”

Her words were my undoing. I pulled out and thrust back into her, finding in her body the release I needed. Only one more thrust and—

The convulsions started at the base of my cock and in my balls, traveling at light speed through my arousal as I filled her with my come.

What was I, a fucking teenager? Two thrusts and I’m coming? A thirty-five-year-old guy who couldn’t hold his spunk?

She didn’t get to come again.

What a fucking failure I was.

I pulled out, my cock already going limp. And I had forgotten to look into her eyes. That filled me with the most sadness of all.

She gently cleared her throat. “Are you…done?”

Embarrassment flooded through me. But what the hell did I care what she thought? This was just a fuck, after all. If it hadn’t been to her liking, oh well. She had come at least once. It wasn’t a complete loss.

“I’m…” was all that came out. I rolled over so I was lying on my back, next to her.

“You’re what? Sorry? Why? It was wonderful.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Who’s lying? No one’s ever gone down on me like that before. And my nipples are still quivering from the treatment you gave them.” She leaned up on one arm and pressed her lips across mine.

Tenderness. She was giving me tenderness. And I didn’t deserve tenderness.

I didn’t want tenderness.

I’d done what I wanted to do. I’d fucked her. Yeah, I’d wanted it to last longer, but it hadn’t.

It was over.

It wouldn’t happen again.

H
e didn’t respond
to my kiss.

My skin tingled all over, and my pussy was still throbbing. His cock hadn’t been inside me for long, but God…for the few seconds he had penetrated me, I’d felt complete in a way I hadn’t ever.

Or maybe I was just horny.

I was wildly attracted to Talon Steel. No denying that. But on the other hand, how much of this was the rebound thing? I
had
just been left at the altar.

And now I had to live here in the same house with him. Had this been a complete mistake?

But as I looked at him lying on his back, his arm over his forehead and his eyes closed, I couldn’t think it had been a mistake. Perhaps it would be awkward between us from now on, but I would never regret this.

I couldn’t help a smile. He had come very quickly. That meant he had wanted me, or at least that he found me wickedly attractive. I’d take either at this point.

Now what? It was the middle of the night. Should I get up and go back to my own room? Did he want me to stay?

I wanted to stay. Talon Steel was so… I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. All I knew was I had an overwhelming need and desire to offer him comfort. I had no idea what might be comforting for him, but something in me knew he needed it.

Slowly I trailed my hand over his forearm. He jerked at first.

“Shhh,” I said softly. “Let me.”

He relaxed slightly. Though still tense, at least he didn’t make me stop. I feathered my fingers up his forearm, his upper arm, to his shoulders. Then down over his abdomen, tracing gentle circles around each of his nipples. I glided my hand down his chest over his abs, down to his dark thick patch of pubic hair. I entwined my fingers in it, purposely avoiding his cock. This wasn’t about sex. This wasn’t about turning him on. This was about giving him comfort.

I sat up a little so I could move my hand down his thick muscular thigh, his calf, all the way down to his ankle and his foot, I gently trailed my fingers over his instep and then moved to the other foot, the ankle, the calf, the thigh back up to his pelvis, his beautiful torso, to his shoulder and then his other arm, all the way down to his hand. I squeezed each finger gently and then went back up his arm across the shoulder and back down his other arm to the hand near me.

I pulled the blankets over our bodies, entwined my fingers with his, and lay back down next to him on my back.

I would stay until he told me to leave.

I
was sitting
in a plush seat of the Boettcher Concert Hall in Denver, my fingers weaved around Talon’s. I massaged his thumb with mine. He looked at me and smiled. Smiled! A symphony orchestra was playing Vivaldi’s
The Four Seasons
. The music drifted toward me, the beauty and gentility of spring…lovely. And then summer. The birds singing through the fields, the sweet summer breezes, and then the violent lightning storm of cellos.

I
opened my eyes
.

Oh!
I was still in bed next to Talon. The music was coming from his phone. He must have set the alarm. Still he lay, not moving, his arms haphazardly strewn over his forehead. Our fingers were still intertwined. Roger lay sleeping at his feet.

Now what? Should I wake him? Should I get my clothes on and leave?

That would be the easiest course of action. Put on my clothes quietly and sneak out before he woke.

But if I did that, he might never acknowledge that last night had taken place. So I gathered my courage, gulped, and gently nudged him.

He shot up in bed. “What?”

“Calm down. It’s just me.”

He turned to me, his eyes full of smoke. “What are you doing in here?”

“Don’t you remember? We fell asleep together after we…”

He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Oh, shit.”

Not exactly what I’d wanted to hear. “You sweet-talker, you,” I said.

Talon grabbed the covers, tented them, and looked underneath. “Fuck.” He swung his legs over to the side of the bed, got up—God, his ass was great—found his pajama bottoms, and quickly put them on. “Listen. Last night never happened. You got that?”

Was he fucking kidding me? “I hate to tell you this, Talon, but last night most definitely did happen. And quite frankly, it was pretty awesome.”

He ambled across his bedroom, darting his gaze from here to there. Most likely he was purposely avoiding mine.

“Last night meant nothing. It was a mistake. I… You mean nothing to me. Nothing, you got that?”

His words cut through me like a dull butcher knife. He had wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes, felt it in his touch. Heck, he had said the words. It might’ve been a fuck, but it wasn’t just any fuck. Maybe it hadn’t crossed the line over to lovemaking, but it was more than just a quickie. Something had happened between us last night, and goddamnit, he was not going to get away with this.

“I don’t believe you,” I said.

“Well, start believing. Last night meant nothing to me.”

I sniffed back some tears that threatened, rose, and stalked toward him, still naked. “You wanted me as much as I wanted you.”

He still refused to meet my gaze. “Wanting has nothing to do with anything.”

“Perhaps not, and maybe I don’t mean anything to you. If that’s the truth, I will accept it. But you have to convince me with something other than your harsh words, because your body sang an entirely different tune last night.”

He huffed, saying nothing. He continued stomping around his room, looking for God knew what.

I figured that was my exit cue, but damn it—no. If he wanted me to leave, he was going to tell me so. I walked back over to the bed, sat down, and then—crap. I had to work this morning. Ryan was expecting me over the winery. What the hell time was it anyway?

“What time is it?” I asked Talon.

“Six a.m.”

“Six a.m.? Are you crazy?” I didn’t have to be at work until nine. “What are you doing up so early?”

He turned, finally looking me in the eye. “In case you’ve failed to notice, I have a ranch to run. We start early around here. All this finery didn’t just appear. We’ve all worked really hard for it.”

Bam!
He sure as hell knew how to make me feel insignificant. Again, tears threatened, and I tried hard to will them back.

To no avail. One trickled down my cheek. I got up and lowered my head to hide my tears from him. I grabbed my boxers and tank top, got them on as quickly as I could, nearly stumbling as I did so, and left the room without saying anything. I couldn’t say anything. I was too choked up. I walked briskly down the hallway, past the kitchen, and down the other hallway to my own bedroom, where I shut the door, threw myself on the bed, and cried into my pillow.