The Toll (20 page)

I should probably say something, open
my mouth and protest, but I found myself momentarily speechless,
breath catching in my throat in nervous anticipation as my stomach
flip flopped.

Shocking to say out loud,
it sifted through my mind—
I want him to
touch me.

Warm breath cascading over my
shoulder, his hand reached up to cup over mine, his huge mitt
encompassing my entire breast, tugging my own hand away as his nose
nuzzled my shoulder.

“
I don’t know what you…”
Mumbling, I gasped as his lips breezed over my neck, teasingly
close, but never touching. They were warm but tentative at first,
like a butterfly kiss, grazing my skin searchingly.

“
Me name,” he grumbled,
taking our cupped hands and resting them gently over my
thigh.

“
Your name?” I mumbled
stupidly, letting him do as he would, shifting restlessly as he ran
my fingers down along the length of my knee, then slowly, teasingly
back up, guiding it towards the ‘v’ and all the secrets hidden
within.

“
Aye, me name.”

Fingers trembling with a mixture of
trepidation and excitement, I let him lead me, his hand covering
mine once more to slip down to my sex, mastering me skillfully as
he used my fingers to manipulate my clit.

“
I thought you said you
weren’t,” I gasped, head falling back, letting him lead the dance,
up and down a few times and then, when I was just starting to feel
a little light headed and breathless, he slid our combined fingers
into my slit.

A low moan slipped from my throat,
unbidden, and my hips jerked, my body shuddering as his thumb
teasingly stroked my swollen, hidden pearl.

With a deep, guttural growl, he nipped
at my neck, pressing our conjoined fingers in farther as a rush of
wetness bathed them.

“
I’m not,” he rasped low,
his deep bass doing horrible, wonderful things as it vibrated into
my back, strumming its way to my core where I felt myself tighten
reflexively.

He worked our fingers in a little
deeper, making me take more, and I couldn’t help but
thrust.

“
Ye like that, dinna ye,
luv?” he purred, as if my lusty responses were exactly what he’d
been searching for, delighting in every tremble and moan, every
soft cry or groan. A pleased rumble bubbled up in his throat and he
whispered encouragement, crooning to me softly.

The way he touched me, so gentle, so
sure, determined—eager, even—it was as if I was the most precious
thing to him in the world, and he wanted nothing more than this,
right now. Swallowing hard, I squeezed my eyes shut and ignored
that particular thought, focusing on only the pleasure.

He doesn’t care,
I assured myself
.
They’re just words. He doesn’t mean it. We’re being intimate. It’s
lovey talk. Nothing more.

A hand came up and cupped over my
other hand, pressing it against my breast, lightly pinching the
nipple.

With a harsh gasp, I jerked and
pressed myself down a little harder on his thick fingers, snug
inside my sheath, impaling me farther. They felt so good pressed
inside of me, moving in time with mine.

He pumped a little faster, in
searching sweeps, rubbing something inside that had me biting my
lip hard enough to bleed, and I felt myself quickening, headed
towards completion.

Before I’d registered exactly what he
was doing, what we were doing, what I was about to do, his hands
stopped suddenly and he pulled back.

“
No!” I cried out, reaching
for him blindly in the darkness. My sex felt swollen and throbbing,
aching for him to finish what he’d started.
Come back!

Shooting away from me, he grunted and
groaned, shaking the bed with a jarring thump, gasping as he jerked
quickly across the bed.

“
Troll?” I asked
tentatively, my pussy throbbing with incompletion, sweat dotting my
body.

“
Gersthart,” he snarled,
the ‘thwack-thwack’ of meaty thumps rattling the makeshift bed,
alarming me enough that I reached forward, following his arm as it
moved fast, too fast, between his thick, heavy thighs.

“
Gersthart?” I whispered,
my hands tugging at his arms as I tried to stop him.

“
Dinna stop me,” he
snapped, shoving me off, “or ye willna like what I do ta
ye!”

“
But... what are you... are
you hurt? Can I... Can I help?” I realized, belatedly, that he was
touching himself, the motion familiar, his hand running up and down
his length rapidly, as Trystan had done with mine in the
field.

“
Wrong thing ta say,
nugget.”

Jumping back with a shocked squeak, I
scrambled backwards as he groaned and snarled simultaneously,
sniffing the air noisily as he took in several deep
lungfuls.

“
Oh, I didn’t, I mean, that
is to say...” I couldn’t help the little skip-jump my heart did at
the promise in his words, or my body’s reaction as it tingled in
all the right places, his voice grating along all my sensitive
nerve endings, rocking me to my core.

Snarling gutturally, he turned fast
and gripped my parted legs, tugging me towards him. Eyes full of
black and swirling orange, blazing like living fire, they lit up,
visible as he prowled towards me hungrily.

A whoosh of air knocked right out of
me and I felt him coming down on top of me heavily, his hot, hard
male flesh pressing up against the lips of my sex, rubbing the
underside of his fat shaft up and down in an imitation of the act
itself.

His wide, thick chest pressed heavily
to mine, but it was nice, his body enveloping mine in a blanket of
heat and male musk.

“
Say it, nugget,” he
commanded, groaning as his cock twitched, rubbing my tightened bud
just right, gliding up and down my nether lips slowly in a sensual
tease, sliding slickly through my juices.

“
Say what?” I panted,
pressing myself back against him grindingly, gripping his forearms
as I held on tight.

He hissed through tight lips, the
sound of his teeth gnashing audible, even to my weak little human
ears, when I didn’t give him what he wanted. He ground to a halt at
that, stilling and jerking slightly, as if he was about to pull
back.

“
Don’t you dare!” I
protested, my legs shaking uncontrollably, wrapping around his
tight to hold him in place, I was so close. Searchingly, I thrust
my pelvis up, hoping to reconnect with that bit of glorious male
flesh I was loving up against.

“
Ah,
jeez-us,
nugget,” he groaned out,
his own body shaking as I unintentionally pressed myself onto the
fat head of his penis, impaling myself on him about an inch or
so.

We both froze, gasping for air,
panting heavily, my internal muscles pulsing, beckoning him with my
welcoming heat, while his shaft twitched impatiently, begging, just
as equally, to be let in

“
There’ll be no stoppin’ if
we keep at a go, luv,” he choked out, arms trembling a little, “ye
say it now, we go or we stop, but be quick about it.”

Worrying the bit of flesh with my
teeth, I bit my lips in indecision.

Chest heaving, as if breathless, he
squeezed his eyes shut tight, enclosing me in the dark
again.

Everything ran through my mind as I
peered up sightlessly at him, staring at him from where I thought
his face might be in the dark.

Feeling an odd urge to touch him, be
connected somehow, my hand reached up, waving into the open air
until it met with a stone hard jaw. While I couldn’t see his face
at the moment, I knew it was hairless and grey, and
hard—unyielding—with a wide, flat nose, and thick, dark, full lips
I was willing to admit, if only to myself, just for this moment, I
momentarily wanted to kiss.

My resolve slowly crumbled
as he sighed and gave my hand a short nuzzle, the sound of him
swallowing hard, his jaw working, sending small tremors of
excitement shooting through me. He wants this very badly.
Me
, very
badly.

No one else will have me, I
reasoned, having already assumed we’ve done this.
Why not have what I want right now?

Yes, why not?

Decision made, my fingers slid up and
I cupped his neck, tugging him towards me. Surprised, as if he
thought I wouldn’t relent, he hesitated at first, as if unsure, but
as I gave him a harsh tug, grunting with the effort, sighing, he
finally acquiesced.

“
Gersthart?” I whispered,
pressing myself onto him determinedly, sending him deeper inside of
me another glorious inch as I pressed my lips to his.

He was thick, much thicker than I
would have imagined, pressing into me slowly, with no small amount
of suppressed eagerness, but I was hot and needy and the fullness
felt wickedly wonderful—naughty, even—as I anticipated taking his
length in its entirety.

I was willing to admit it—I wanted
him. Wanted him bad.

“
Ah, Daphedaenya,” he
groaned, pressing his face into my neck, pulling out to shift in
another delicious inch, “so... tight.”

“
No,” I gasped out,
squirming underneath him, “you’re too wide.”

As he continued to press forward, it
started to hurt a little when he reached what I can only hope was
the halfway point, his girth thickening even more towards the base.
Face pinching, I winced and gasped in pain, letting out a relieved
breath when he stopped and pulled out his entire length.

“
Some wenches are just too
small,” he explained, voice gruff with passion, kissing and nipping
his way down my waist.

Hands flailing out, I bolted upright
the second I realized where he was headed. My hands shot up as he
stared lowering his head.

“
Troll, you
can’t.”

“
An’ why no’?”

Mind blanking instantly, I couldn’t
think of a single damned reason.

Gently batting my hands away, rumbling
low in his throat, he ignored me as his head descended and his
mouth covered my sex, sucking and licking at my clit. Quicker than
I’d ever contemplated imaginable, I cried out in surprised
pleasure, bucking into him wantonly as he brought me to a quick
release, followed by his fingers pressing in gently, all three of
them at the same time.

Clawing at the furs beneath me, I
called out unintelligibly, babbling utter nonsense as my body
gripped his fingers tight. A deep, happy rumble tumbling out of
him, he continued to kiss me most intimately, working his slickened
digits until all three could fit in comfortably, nipping at the
tight bud hidden just above.

Pulling back slightly, he growled low,
licking his lips—I saw as my eyes finally adjusted, as much as they
could in the dark of his room—prowling up my body hungrily as he
savored the taste.

I was ready for him this time and ran
my hands slowly up his arms, gripping his huge shoulders as he
nipped my chin playfully and slipped inside my depths, groaning and
growling alternately until he was sheathed all the way
in.

“
Bleedin’ hell, I love yer
cunt,” he grunted as he pulled out and shoved his way back in,
picking up the tempo as I mewled, nails digging in hard, clawing at
his back for more.

“
Like tha’, do ye?” he
grumbled, voice gone thick to the point it was almost impossible to
make out what he was saying, as we fucked our way up the bed, his
body humping mine into submission as we slid along the
pelts.

Stilling, mid-thrust, he paused when I
still hadn’t responded. Mouth open in a silent shout, I was too
busy digging little crescent moon shapes into his ass as I reached
down and grabbed at each cheek, willing him to pump me
harder.

“
Yes! Yes!” my voice
tapered off, ending on a high pitched yip as he grunted in
satisfaction and rammed home, hitting a spot deep down inside me
that had me crying out his name, shouting out for more as he
followed and we went over together, our bodies pulsing in time, in
tune with one another’s.

As the glow of our orgasms dwindled
down, he slipped from my body, rolled and flopped down next to me,
panting right along with me as we stared at the rock ceiling, still
trying to catch our breaths.

“
I can’t believe we just
did that,” I blurted, the sweat on my skin already cooling. With a
sharp yank, I tugged the sheet I’d been wrapped up in earlier
towards me, draping it over my body.

“
An’ we’ll be doin’ it
again,” Gersthart grumbled, a small, contented sigh slipping past
his lips. “Need a tick, though, been a while. Blew me wad too
soon.”

“
Too soon?” I murmured,
sitting up on my elbows, mindful of the blanket, eyeing his
semi-erect cock surreptitiously.

With a loud snort, he cracked an eye
open to stare at me, shamelessly ogling my body.

“
When was the last time
you...?” Waving between us, I realized what I was brazenly asking,
slowly clamping my mouth shut tight.

“
Fucked? Long before ye
were born.”