Page 12 of Untamed
With that insane body of his pressed against mine and the head of his rigid cock rubbing against my cleft with every step, I couldn’t have cared less.
He carried me through the doorframe, and I found that instead of outside, we were in a narrow hallway, probably a way for employees to move between the motel and the bar.
It was empty, and it was dim, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb overhead. Dust danced in the air, tickling my nose. From behind, the sounds of the bar were barely muted—the door was propped open. Anyone looking in could see.
He carried me to the far end of the hall, easily supporting my weight in those oh-hell-yes arms of his. When we passed under the light I saw the glitter of anticipation in his eyes. At the end of the hall, he backed me into the wall, and I shuddered when his lips found my neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive tissue.
“I never lose control.” His lips—and teeth—found the curve of my shoulder, and I shuddered. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You don’t even know me yet.” The words were spoken over a gasp. “Give me time. I can do better.”
“I know that you have a smart mouth.” Pulling the neckline of my dress down fully this time, he cupped my breasts in his palms, thumbing the nipples until they stood up in hard, aching peaks. “Later I’ll put it to better use.”
“You can try.” Tough words when I was pressing into his touch, silently begging for more.
“Challenge accepted.” I squawked when he suddenly wrapped his arms around me, flipping us so that our positions were reversed, his back to the wall. His hands on my shoulders urged me to my knees, and heaven help me, but I went willingly.
My thighs were slick with my own arousal, and he’d barely touched me yet. His own need was evident, straining against the denim right in front of my eyes. He was so tall I had to stretch my neck to reach, but I pressed a damp, open-mouthed kiss to his erection.
He hissed, quickly undoing the button of his jeans. The zipper followed, the metallic sound audible over the throb of the music down the hall because it was right in front of my face.
I smelled him then, musk and salt, and my mouth watered.
I watched with greedy eyes as he tugged at the elastic of his underwear. That heavy erection sprang free, and the breath shuddered out of me.
“Don’t make me tell you what to do.” The words were hard, but when I looked up there was a hint of softness hidden in the stern features. That was when I understood.
This was for me. He was acting like I’d driven him past the point of no return, but my vigilante bodyguard was doing this because it was something I needed, today of all days.
“You don’t do this with all of your clients, do you?” The words flew out before I could stop them, as soon as the idea flitted through my brain. It shouldn’t have mattered—I didn’t know him well enough to care.
And yet I did. I think he did, too, because of the thread of exasperation that whipped over his face.
“Stop talking, woman.” One of those massive hands fisted around the base of his cock. Thick, darker than the rest of his skin, and so long that a good few inches still protruded from his closed fist.
His other hand tangled in my hair again, taking control of my movement like he had during our kiss out in the bar. Pressing the head of his cock to my lips, he firmly guided my head forward until I had no choice but to open for his length.
“Yes.” The normally stoic guard hissed out a sigh as my mouth closed around him. Circling my tongue over the head, I licked away the salty drop at the tip and swallowed.
His hips bucked, and he let go of his erection to tangle a second hand in my hair. He pulled back, then thrust forward again, sliding his hardness even farther into my mouth, far enough that my eyes watered.
I braced myself on his thighs with both hands, looking up as I tried to pull back. He shook his head, the slightest dirty little smile teasing me, and urged me forward again.
He continued to move back, then forward just a little more than the time before. My mouth flexed around him, my jaw starting to ache in the most delicious way as he pressed inexorably onward, never letting up.
His musky smell, the salty taste, hell, the sheer visual of this gigantic man with his features pulled tight with pleasure because of me had me squirming restlessly, squeezing my thighs tightly together in an attempt to gain some friction on my aching clit. When I was finally able to take his entire length in by relaxing my throat, he groaned as if he was in pain, and my final hold on reality scattered into the dim air of the hall.
I wanted more. I wanted it all. My body twisted, my hands still clenching the solid muscles of his thighs as I strained for something held just out of my reach.
“Someone is watching us.”
I made a sound that was half a shout, half a choked moan, my head twisting around as I tried to look.
The hands in my hair wouldn’t allow me to see, and that let my mind run wild. Who was it? Was it the man I’d been dancing with earlier? Someone from my team? A stranger?
I should have cared. I did not.
“He did a double take when he walked by the first time.” Jasper’s words teased even as his hands forced me to continue the task he’d set. “He stopped, watched from the other room for a moment. Now he knows I see him.”
