Those fingers were going to cause my entire body to implode. I was going to cave in. I was going to fall apart before I touched him and that seemed like a tragedy of terrible proportions. "I just want—oh my god, I want everything."
Linden kissed and bit his way up my shoulder. The soft laugh he breathed out sent a ripple of goose bumps down my chest, over my nipples. "You want to be more specific?"
"We could've stayed in the kitchen if you have a fondness for walls and standing. It's impolite to smush a lady up against a wall for more than a moment or two."
"Let me be honest with you now. I'm gonna be real impolite tonight," he rasped into my ear before he pulled away. The sudden absence of that big body—and those fingers—left me cold and clenching around nothing. "Come help me."
As I turned, I found Linden unbuttoning his shirt, his jeans and boxers abandoned to the floor along with my dress. His cock bobbed under the tail of the plaid and I assumed that was the help he needed. I reached for him as he shrugged out of the plaid, pulled the t-shirt underneath over his head. He was huge. I didn't know a lot of dicks on a first-name basis but this one was huge. It was fitting—quite literally—as Linden was a tall, barrel-chested beast of a man and anything short of an impossibly thick shaft wouldn't make sense on him.
I was so happy for things that made really good sense.
"Like this?" I asked. I shot him a quick glance before running an appreciative gaze from his shoulders to his toes. The dark fuzz running down his chest and the thatch between his legs were just like his beard—soft and coarse at the same time.
A smirk pulled at his lips and he tilted his head to the side as I stroked him. "Exactly like that."
Light cut in from the living room, illuminating his lightly tanned skin and the tattoos on both biceps. There was the single mountaintop with the dragon and the portion of the sword, both of which I'd spotted before, but now I saw the sword was part of a larger piece where it crossed with an axe and an arrow. I ran my hand over that one. "What is this?"
"We can talk about the Three Hunters another time," he said, his hands sliding to my hips. "Same with Smaug and the Lonely Mountain. You asked me to stop smushing you so that's what I'm doing now."
He steered me across the room, backing me up against the bed until my legs couldn't go any farther, then he picked me up like I was the smallest little thing in the universe and set me on the mattress. Like this, with the room dark and only touch to lead the way, I felt like I could do anything. I could have anything. And just maybe, I could be everything.
I heard a drawer open and Linden tossed a shiny strip of condoms to the bed. "You decide how many I'm going to need."
I picked up the foil packets as he climbed over me, his shaft dragging up my thigh, along my belly like a warning. "Probably all of them."
Kneeling between my legs, he said, "You can't tease me like that."
"Who said I'm teasing?" I asked, drawing my legs up to wind around his waist.
I tried to urge him closer to me, to get more of that friction I needed, but he only smoothed his hands up my thighs like he was trying to calm a skittish horse. I really did not care to be the skittish horse in this scenario. I wasn't skittish. I knew what I wanted and I wanted it now. I just had to ask for it.
"If you're not teasing, I hope you plan to spend the entire weekend in this bed." He shifted one hand from my leg to stroke his cock as he watched me for a slow, heavy minute. The rhythmic slap of skin was the only sound between us. "Don't test me, Jasper. I will keep you here for the next sixty hours if you let me."
"Get that condom on. I'll decide how I spend the weekend when it's full."
He turned his gaze to the ceiling with a guttural groan that sounded something like fuck me and then made quick work of the condom.
"Tell me again. Tell me you're ready," he rasped, his fingers circling the base of his cock as he dragged it through my folds.
It came to me then, the filthy gust of confidence I always felt when I needed it more than I needed my pride or dignity. "If you don't fuck me right now, I'll walk out of here and find someone who will."
That was all it took. He shoved his hips forward, the headboard snapped against the wall as he pushed into me with a single powerful thrust that stole my breath. He was so much bigger than I'd estimated, I could barely think of anything save for the heat and pressure coiling through me. One thrust after another, he was tearing me apart and I wanted to do the exact same thing to him. I wanted to undo him in every way, wanted him as mindless as he made me.
"I can hear you thinking, Peach," he said. "Do I have to bite those pretty nipples of yours too? Is that what it will take?"
"Probably," I replied with the kind of bratty tone that required him to make good on that threat.
Lucky for me he did, and I got to rake my fingers over his scalp and through his dark hair while I writhed and wiggled against the merciless treatment his teeth gave me.
"You are not real," he murmured to the valley between my breasts.
"Neither are you." The harsh rhythm of the headboard knocking into the wall matched the pulse in my core, and every time he drove into me, my eyelids drifted shut because I couldn't feel that much and keep my eyes open at the same time. I couldn't. "Your cock is splitting me in two."
"Is that a good thing?"
"So good." I flattened my hand over my mouth to keep from letting out a rude, lusty groan.
I could be extremely rude and lusty in these situations. Not always but there had been times of remarkably rude and lusty behavior. There were no limits when I chased that first orgasm. It was like I doubted I'd get there unless I put everything on the table. I'd say anything, any depraved thing. I'd beg them to fuck my ass, to come on my tits, to let me sit on their face. Once I got there, I calmed down, gained some confidence. Some relief. It was like my body remembered how to do this and I didn't have to put so much energy into it even though the second one was harder to reach.
But I never reached the second because I remembered myself. I wasn't desperate anymore so I could think. I could replay those words in my head and then welcome in the awkwardness, the mortification. The shame.
There was never a second. Not with another person. When I was alone, I could hit the second, the third, the fourth. Sometimes more if the toys were playing right and the inspiration was strong.
So, I kept that hand over my mouth. Kept those crazy words in. Kept the shame and embarrassment at bay.
"You feel fucking amazing," he ground out. "I swear to god, you're better than any cock ring in the world."
He pumped in and then all the way out, and with one deft flick of his wrist, I was flipped onto my belly. He tucked my ass up against his thighs, the hair on his legs lightly abrading my backside as I went on rolling my hips toward anything hard and hot. I heard his hand connecting with my ass before I felt it, nothing more than a loose slap, nothing like the type of punishment spanking that made my skin crawl.
It was exactly what I needed.
His rough touch did something to me that was very, very right.
I turned my head to the side and sucked in a breath as I watched him line up against my opening. I reached for the blanket beneath me, fisted my hands in the fabric. I needed something to hold on to. Something to shove into my mouth to muffle the overzealous things I was bound to say.