White Hot Holidays 7: Full Moon Xmas Page 2
She felt the hair on the back of her neck rise.
Struggling to hold back her swift, nearly panicked breaths, she looked away from the wound and let her eyes trip over his body, studying him closely. Then she closed her eyes tight, the image of his incredible body seared into her brain, before forcing herself to look at him again.
His eyes were open, waiting.
He breathed deep and Terra realized with a start that he was taking in her scent, capturing it in his lungs to savor.
Terra gasped and stumbled back, their gazes fused together.
His eyes glowed a warm golden honey, bright and clear. She’d never seen eyes like his in all her life. It would be easy for a girl to get lost in them. Heavy-lidded, almond-shaped orbs of such incredible color that she was swept down into their depths with but one glance. They were full of mysterious magic. In some elemental way she felt almost…hunted when he looked at her.
“A-are you all right?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”
He looked confused for a moment then his face settled into a stoic mask, as if he were hiding his confusion. “Water,” he said, his voice as deep as a well.
Tripping to her feet she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with filtered water from the tap. She made her way back to him in record time and handed him the glass. He downed the entire thing with two gulps and handed the empty glass back to her with a satisfied sigh.
“How are you feeling?” she asked again.
“Fine.” He sat up, taking in his surroundings. “Who are you?”
“Terra Gillead. What’s your name?”
“Cassius del Morte,” he said, and the name gave her shivers. He sat up and she stumbled backward to put more space between them. “Why am I here?”
“You were lying in the middle of the road. I almost hit you—hell, anyone could have come along and killed you. I took you home to get you out of the weather.”
“I was walking home,” he said blearily.
“Well, you’re lucky to be alive,” she told him. “Why didn’t you want a doctor by the way? Or shouldn’t I ask?”
He ignored her question, closing his eyes for long seconds. When his eyes opened they were hot and intense. He looked at her, making her feel like a deer caught in a hunter’s headlights. She felt like prey to his predator. “I hunger,” he said at last, eyes leaving her so that she could once more breathe easily.
“Oh, right.” She laughed nervously. “I’ll just go make us some breakfast.” She rose, leaving him there, wondering if she was making a mistake turning her back on this stranger, and made her way once more to the kitchen.
Terra was facing the sink, opening a package of bacon, when great, strong arms came around her from behind. She stiffened and tried to pry the arms from around her. It was no use, he wouldn’t budge. She whimpered, fear doubling. Cassius put his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder and breathed deeply. She shivered and tried to ignore the effect his nearness was having on her. “I hunger for you,” he breathed softly into her ear, tightening his hold on her, lips tickling her flesh. The rough scrape of his shadow-beard branded her. She moaned and stopped struggling.
She grew immediately wet, knees weakening so that she leaned back against him for support. His hips cradled hers and there was no mistaking the fierceness of his arousal as it pressed hot and heavy and hard against the swell of her buttocks. He licked the side of her face and she gasped softly. The feel of his tongue was so hot against her skin that she felt scorched. He nuzzled her throat, heated lips wandering over her skin as if he were thinking about eating her, and she cried out in mounting desire.
There was no hesitancy about her need for him. It was like a runaway freight train, sweeping her along without mercy. Something about him resonated deep within her, his magnetism impossible for her to resist, and she was powerless in the face of her relentless desire.
His hands grasped her upper arms, fingers biting into her flesh, pulling her tighter to him. He bit her neck, shocking her into a gasp, and immediately laved the bruise with the tip of his tongue. Her nipples lengthened, growing impossibly hard, swelling against the brush of her soft knit sweater.
His breath moved the hair at the nape of her neck. Her clit swelled as if kissed and ached with an intensity that nearly had her weeping. His hands turned her to face him and he kissed her, stealing what little breath she had left.
The feel of his lips moving over hers was exquisite. His tongue probed at the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth wide to suckle it hungrily. He tasted like the outdoors, of fresh air and rain and earth. He smelled the same, swamping all of her senses until she was mindless to all but the feel and scent of him.
Emotion swelled in her breast, making her heart hurt. She had never felt the like. She hoped that it would last forever, kissing this stranger, touching him, feeling him—she never wanted harsh reality to intrude again. Terra tangled her hands in his hair, sighing into his mouth as she felt the cool, smooth, silken strands slide between her fingers.
He kissed her as if he would eat her from the mouth down. His tongue swept through her mouth, leaving behind no secrets for her to hide behind, filling her with the wild flavor of him. Her senses reeled—there was too much stimulus for her to cope with—and she grew dizzy, drunk on his kiss. He bit the tip of her chin, delicately scraping her skin, and she moaned, knees turning to butter.
One of his hands found her breast. He stroked it from base to tip through the thick material of her sweater, but it felt as if he were touching her bare skin. Her nipple grew tighter, harder and longer until it stabbed at the material, begging to be caressed. He found the hard nub and twisted it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Terra cried out and leaned further into him, raising her mouth to be kissed once more with such fierce intensity that it stole her breath completely away.
He lifted her suddenly, high up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. The thick, hard demand of his cock pressed tight to her cunt, making her pussy weep, making it ache and pulse with want.
He growled into her mouth, a wild and untamed sound that vibrated through her mouth and straight to her heart, setting it aflutter. Something deep and unnamed within her flared to life at the animalistic sound, something elemental and raw. If she’d had any misgivings before about making out with a man she’d only known a handful of hours, they were cast aside. Instinct took over and she was lost.
She clutched his head, fingers tangled in his silky hair, and nuzzled his throat, kissing and suckling and nibbling until he was panting heavily in her ear. All of his naked skin was hot to the touch, electrifying, and she couldn’t resist running her hungry hands all over his massive chest. Terra bit his shoulder and laved the hurt with her tongue and he nearly roared.
Lowering her to the ground, he put his hands on the collar of her sweater and ripped it clean in two. Her breasts were bared to his gaze and he ate her up with his eyes before he palmed both her breasts in his hands. With slow, erotic strokes he ran his thumbs over the protrusion of her nipples, making her cry out and clutch at him for balance as her knees gave out.
Every breath she drew was infused with his scent and she grew drunk on the masculine perfume of him. Arching into the touch of his hands as they kneaded her breasts, she gasped and shivered, cut adrift in a storm of desire. There was no part of her body that wasn’t screaming for his possession, regardless that he was a stranger to her. It didn’t matter. She wanted him. Bad.
His cock was thick—thicker than her wrist—and long. It bobbed up and down with his every movement, like a dowsing rod sensing water. It must have sensed that she was as wet as an ocean and was just as eager as he for the floodgates to open wide and accept him.
Oh god. He was going to stretch her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. She couldn’t wait.
His hands found the waistband of her jeans and within seconds he had them pushed down around her ankles. He bent before her and hook
ed the edge of her thong panties with his teeth. He peeled them down roughly, demandingly, and let them fall at her feet along with all her other clothes.
With a gasp of mounting excitement, she watched as he buried his face in the vee of her thighs and sniffed deep of her scent. She cried out, a wild sound breaking over the noise of their panting breaths, and he speared her with his tongue.
His fingers spread her labia and his tongue—god, it was long!—unerringly found her clit. It flicked over the swollen nub, stroking and rubbing. He suckled it, like a nipple, and impaled her with one wide, strong thumb. It sank deep into her, its way eased by the plentiful moisture he had called forth from her pussy with his deep kiss. His tongue speared her again, impaling her alongside his thumb, tasting her deeply. She cried out again and sank, limp, against him.
Cassius held her up with his hands as if she weighed no more than a feather. He lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, opening her wider for his mouth and fingers to explore. He licked her like he would an ice-cream cone, tasting her from anus to clit over and over until she was crying out uncontrollably with each pass of his tongue.
One of his fingers found the moue of her anus and traced little circles into the sensitive flesh. No one had ever touched her there before—she simply hadn’t allowed it. But it felt so wicked and wonderful when Cassius did it that she had no will to object the bold caress. He entered her, one knuckle deep, and sucked violently on her clit.
His gaze bored into hers, his golden eyes glowing. The look he gave her was so hot, so wicked, that she felt her cunt pulse excitedly.
Terra would have collapsed completely had he not held her up. She wanted to fall to the floor and beg him to take her. She needn’t have worried. Cassius promptly stood and turned her around. He bent her gently over the small breakfast table, so that her ass faced him. He came behind her, stroking his hands over the generous globes of her bottom as if in worship, and she trembled delicately.
The press of his cock was a shock, but not at all unwelcome. The wide, thick head penetrated her, stretching her. She cried out and wriggled to relieve some of the pressure, but his hands pressed into the small of her back, halting her struggles. He pressed inexorably deeper into her, stealing her breath, splitting her wide with his massive girth.
Short, high-pitched shrieks broke free of her lips as he drove himself slowly home. He filled her until she felt as if her body would tear right down the center. Pleasure and pain blended together so that she couldn’t tell them apart. Cassius bent over her and sank his teeth into her shoulder and she did scream then, so loud it reverberated off the walls.
He held her still with his teeth as he began to move over her. His cock was so fat, so long, that it took several seconds to complete each thrust and withdrawal. Wet, sucking sounds accompanied his every movement, her body growing so wet that moisture slipped down the inside of her leg like teardrops. Her body literally wept with need for him, and she thrust her bottom at him in a demand for more.
He began to pound her, his balls slapping hard against her pussy. The table skidded across the floor and he followed it, pressing even deeper into the wet, clinging flesh of her cunt. Terra dug her nails into the wood, leaving faint scars behind, and pressed tighter back against him. He increased his pace and doubled his force so that she was sobbing, laid completely bare for his delectation.
His hands came around her and cupped the swinging orbs of her breasts, thumbs and forefingers pinching her long, hard nipples. Terra ran her hand over her pussy, finding her clit, and began to rub demanding circles into the tender flesh.
“Oh god, I’m going to come, Cassius,” she cried out, shuddering.
Cassius growled and pounded harder into her.
Her climax was swift and debilitating. Her whole body seemed to shut down, only to focus with searing intensity on the milking pulses of her cunt. The walls of her channel trembled and squeezed his cock, making her see stars as he struck her womb over and over again. She cried out uncontrollably, knees giving out completely so that he had to hold her up over the table. He thrust into her over and over until, with a mighty grunt, he spilled his hot, thick, silky come deep inside her.
He lowered her gently to the floor, his carefulness in sharp contrast to the violent storm of passion they had just shared. Light pulsations still rippled through her pussy, caressing them both. Her body milked him of every last drop of his desire and they lay there, together, her trembling body beneath his, both panting uncontrollably.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she said, dazed, voice shaking.
Cassius took a deep breath. “You smell of me,” he said, voice satisfied and possessive. He rolled them, so that she sat on top of him. He lifted her and twisted her around, moving her on his thick stalk, his way eased by their combined fluids. His finger found her clit and began to stroke it.
“Come for me again,” he said, guiding her to ride him.
His words were like magic. She increased her pace, breasts bobbing with her every movement. Panting, she braced herself with her hands on his large, smooth pecs and rotated her hips on him. They both gasped. He filled her so tightly, so deeply, that each movement brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Her body clenched on his. They both cried out. Cassius howled like a wild wolf and he pounded up into her. Terra clenched at him, digging her nails into his flesh. She came, eyes blinded, hard and absolute.
Orgasm after orgasm tore through her. Cassius roared beneath her and surged upward, finding his release yet again. Terra was so wet with his cum that their bodies slid easily against each other. She screamed as yet another—and still another—release consumed her and she arched back over him so that her long dark hair tickled her ass and his legs.
Terra collapsed against him and fought for breath that didn’t smell of their sex. It was impossible. The perfume of their naked, sweating bodies filled the room, drugging her. She buried her face in his neck and lay there until her shuddering stopped and she found reason once more.
“How did you do that?” she asked. She’d never had multiple orgasms before—didn’t even know it was truly possible. That she had done so with him was somehow so special that it brought tears to her eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It was my first time.”
Chapter Two
“What are you talking about?” she exclaimed.
“I was a virgin,” he said, eyes glowing.
Terra scrambled up off him, gasping as his cock left her body. She stumbled and only just managed to sit in a chair by the table. “That’s not true,” she insisted.
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he said softly, a growl underlying his words.
Terra frowned furiously. “How is that possible in this day and age? What are you, like thirty years old?” she asked.
He smiled, revealing a row of very large, very white teeth. “Actually I’m fifty-seven, but who’s counting?”
She burst out laughing. “You’re teasing me.”
Cassius shook his head. “No I’m not. I’m very serious, I can assure you.”
Terra sobered and eyed him. “You’re not fifty-seven. You can’t be.”
He nodded. “My family is known for its longevity. We age well.”
“No shit,” she said flippantly. “Can I see your driver’s license?” she asked.
He looked around. “Where are my pants?”
“Hanging on the back of the recliner in the living room.”
Cassius rose, uncaring of his nudity, though Terra fairly drooled over him, eyes wide to drink in the sight of him. His butt was perfect, round and taut and toned. God but he was magnificent! He disappeared into the living room and came back almost immediately. He handed her his license and she reeled to see that he was telling the truth. Wow. He really did age well.
“I’m told my grandmother lived until she was one hundred thirty years old. My grandfather made it to one hundred ten. No doubt I shall live as long if I am lucky.”
His face darkened, his eyes dimming somewhat. “They were both killed when I was nine.”
“Oh,” she said, sadness welling within her at the pain she heard evidenced in his voice. “I’m so sorry, Cassius.”
“Such is the way of the world,” he said with a shrug. His hair, shaggy and disheveled after their storm of lovemaking, fell over his face, shielding his expression from her.
“Well,” she said, dropping the subject. “I don’t know about you, but I am famished.” She rose and went back to the sink, preparing to make bacon, eggs and toast. It was strange, but she felt very aware that she had turned her back to him. He wasn’t a threat to her, she knew it instinctively, but he still seemed the sort of man one shouldn’t turn a blind eye to all the same.
“How do you like your eggs?” she asked.
“Over easy,” he replied, coming up behind her and running a fingertip down the crease of her back, reminding her that they were both still nude. Somehow, though, it just felt right to be naked with him.
“How about your bacon?” she asked breathlessly. “Crispy or tender?”
“Raw,” he said.
Terra laughed. “No, really.”
“I like all my meat raw.”
She met his gaze. His eyes were glowing again. “You can get sick from that, you know, especially with pork,” she laughed.
“No. I won’t,” Cassius said softly, his breath tickling her ear.
Terra laughed nervously. There was just something so strange about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was there all the same, tickling at her mind. She didn’t feel threatened, not really, but something about him gave her pause. He was just so strange.