Lumberjack Page 7

  “Lachlan?”

  He didn’t turn to face me, just walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass and a bottle of alcohol out of the cupboard. I watched as he poured himself that shot. I knew I was feeling more loose than normal because of the almost two beers I’d had earlier, and assumed he might need one as well. This situation was pretty heavy.

  He turned and faced me, lifting the bottle in a nonverbal question. I shook my head, knowing if I took some hard alcohol, I wouldn’t be able to go through with tonight. I didn’t want to be drunk. I wanted to know what I was doing, who I was doing it with. I wasn’t a drinker anyway, and if two beers made me feel this good, I didn’t want to go over the line with the hard stuff.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, because it seemed Lachlan was struggling with this. “This isn’t wrong, Lachlan.”

  He exhaled and hung his head for a second. “No, it’s not wrong, Layla.” He turned and faced me then. “It’s really fucking right.” He walked toward me then, this wild expression on his face, this need radiating from him.

  I felt myself retreating, not because I was afraid, but because I wanted this.

  God, I anticipated this.

  5

  Lachlan

  I stalked her like this fucking animal, so damn hungry for her, so insatiable for the need to feel her under me. She stopped, the wall forcing her to cease escaping. She braced her hands behind her, her chest rising and falling almost violently.

  She was aroused, her pupils dilated, her breasts pressing against the material of her shirt every time she inhaled. I lowered my gaze to her throat, saw her pulse beating hard, fast. She was nervous, but I had no doubt she was wet for me, so fucking soaked.

  “Tell me you want this, that you want me touching you, owning you … making you mine.” I kept my focus on her. Her lips were slightly parted, the air moving fast and hard between them.

  “I want you,” she whispered.

  I was only a foot from her, the sweet scent of her desire making me drunk. My cock was so fucking hard, this lead pipe between my thighs. Hell, the tip of my shaft was wet with pre-cum.

  “Tell me how much you want this,” I demanded slowly, my voice low, thick. I needed—wanted—to hear her admit she wanted this, that she wanted me. I was aching to hear those words come from her mouth. I had no doubt she’d surrender to me, be mine in every way.

  I stepped closer, my chest right up against hers now, her breasts pressing into mine every time she breathed. I was good at picking up body language, how others acted, what they were thinking by the way they reacted to me, to my presence.

  And I could see that my presence made her wet, needy.

  I reached out and ran my finger along her bottom lip, pulling the lush pink flesh down. I lifted my gaze and stared at her face. The sound she made was a little bit of pleasure, maybe even uncertainty.

  I lowered my hand, sliding my finger along the collar of her shirt, wanting to tear the fucking thing from her, just tear the material from her body.

  Then do it. Make her feel good.

  The anticipation and excitement of what I was about to do raced through my veins. I needed this—her—so damn badly I could taste it. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” I said on a groan.

  “I want you,” she said, her words heated, whispered.

  I went for the button of her pants and had them undone and pushed down her thighs a second later. She made this noise that turned me on even more.

  “Take all of it off. All of it.”

  She obeyed me instantly, and my cock jerked at that knowledge, at the fact she was so receptive to me.

  Once she was naked, I didn’t stop myself from doing the same, getting out of the irritating garments that hid me from Layla. I needed to be just as naked as she was, needed her to see how much I wanted her. I wanted her to see how ready I was.

  She was breathing so hard, her large breasts rising and falling, her nipples hard, puckered from the air and her arousal.

  “Do you want me to touch you?”

  She licked her lips and nodded. I was surprised she’d understood me. My voice was so hoarse, so guttural that the words had sounded distorted.

  I was in front of her seconds later, letting my fingers skim over the bare flesh of her belly, along the slight indentation of her navel.

  “Ask me for it.” I desperately needed her to tell me she wanted this, to show me verbally how much she needed me.

  “I need you, Lachlan,” she whispered.

  Fuck, I’d never get tired of hearing her say that. All these filthy fucking images slammed into my head, all the things I wanted to do to her, do with her. I touched her softly and swirled my finger along her belly button as I stared into her eyes.

  I wanted to be her reality.

  “I want this.” Her eyes were so big, so expressive. “I want to be with you in every way.” She reached up and gripped my biceps, her nails digging into my arms, the sting feeling so fucking good. I clenched my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.

  “I want you to be my first.” She swallowed, the sound audible, her breathing harsh.

  “I’ll be your only, Layla.”

  She was a virgin, and I’d be the one to claim her cherry, to own it. No other man would ever know what she felt like, would ever know the sounds she made when she was stretched and filled.

  I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, feeling like some primitive, wild fucking animal for what I was doing, for how I felt. The little moan she made, her little inhalation of air, speared right to my dick and had my balls drawing up.

  I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that I could see it slipping from her sweet pussy.

  “Kiss me,” she begged, whispered.

  I slammed my mouth down on hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, fucking her the way I wanted to do between her legs. While kissing her I slid my hand along the back of her knee, her skin so smooth.

  I bent slightly, lifting her leg, urging her to wrap it around my waist. And fuck, when she did that and I felt her wet, hot pussy press to my cock, the fucker jerked in response. I grabbed her ass, squeezing the lush mounds, pulling her closer to me.

  I wanted to be a virgin for her, wanted to say she was my first, too. But even if I wasn’t, I hadn’t been with a woman in years. This felt so fucking incredible.

  I wanted my mouth on hers, on her flesh, on her pussy. I wanted to lick, to lap up her cream, to drink it until I was drunk. I’d never get enough of her, never stop wanting her.

  And because I was so far gone with my need, I didn’t stop myself from getting onto my haunches, her pussy now right in front of me. Her legs were slightly parted, and all I could smell was the sugary scent of her.

  She was ready for me.

  I bet she was so pink between her thighs, nice and primed, her clit engorged and ready to be sucked on. I wanted to lap at her right now, but instead I rose back up, needing to look into her face when I finally touched her pussy.

  I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her cunt. I couldn’t help myself. “You, this…” I added just the smallest amount of pressure right on her pussy so she knew exactly what I meant. “This will be mine, only mine.” She was so wet for me, making my fingers soaked, making me soaked, hungry for her. “No other man will have you, will know how you feel … will know how you taste.”

  “Oh. God,” she gasped out, rising on her toes, her mouth parted.

  “I want to lick you, taste and devour you until my lips are numb.”

  “Lachlan.” She whispered my name so softly.

  I ran a finger up and down her center, gathering her pussy cream. I pulled my hand up so she could see just how wet the digits were, so she could watch what I was going to do.

  I licked those fingers until they were clean, swallowing the oh-so-sweet flavor of her, memorizing the flavor, imprinting it in my body.

  I’d make sure Layla knew what she mea
nt to me, what it meant to be mine.

  6

  Lachlan

  “God, Lachlan.”

  I loved hearing her say my name, fucking loved how it rolled off her tongue.

  “I need you,” she moaned, and I almost lost it right then, nearly came without even being inside of her.

  And fuck, did I want to be inside of her.

  “It’s been years since I was with anyone, Layla,” I admitted. “Even before you came into my life, I only wanted you.”

  I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wanted her. Only her. “I have no self-control where it concerns you.” All I wanted to do was devour every part of her, to show her how good we could be together, how much we were meant to be together. I didn’t care what her father said or if he didn’t want this relationship to happen. I wanted her no matter what.

  My cock jerked at the thought of finally having her, claiming her. And after this was all said and done, she’d know that she was mine.

  I saw her throat work as she swallowed, and knew how much she needed this … how much I needed this. I knew once I had her under me, was inside of her, I wouldn’t last.

  “Tell me again what you want, baby.”

  “You,” she said breathlessly.

  I groaned. I could have come from that word alone. I moved closer, pressed my chest right up against hers, and felt how hard her nipples were. I wanted to hear her scream it out as she came for me, wanted to watch the ecstasy as it rolled over her body. I wanted my big, thick cock in her, wanted to claim her virgin cherry, make it mine, only mine.

  “Lachlan.” The way she said my name was an auditory orgasm.

  Christ.

  It took all my control not to get off right then and there.

  She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight. Filthy thoughts of her on her knees in front of me, grabbing my shaft, bringing it to her mouth, filled my head. I was a dirty bastard for the things I wanted to do to her.

  “I want you so fucking badly, baby.” I couldn’t hold in the words, didn’t even try to. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the seam of her lips. I was already addicted to her.

  She had her head resting back on the wall, her mouth parted, and her eyes half-closed as her pleasure clearly washed through her.

  “You make me so damn hard.” I grabbed her nape, curled my fingers around her neck, and held her, just looking into her face. “You make me feel so damn good. Do I make you feel good?”

  She nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”

  “I want you as mine,” I growled out low. “Say you’re mine, that you’ll only ever be mine.” I could have held her all night.

  “I’m yours, Lachlan.”

  I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction, needing to be inside of her. I forced myself to take a step back so I could look my fill of Layla, loving that she was bared for me, innocent, but so vulnerable that she was primed. I stared at the trimmed thatch of her pussy hair making my cock jerk. I loved this woman, was getting drunk on the very sight of her. I lifted my gaze to her breasts, staring at the large mounds, the pink tips, and felt my mouth water.

  I reached down and took hold of my cock once more, stroked the fucker again and again, and heard this growl leave me on its own. “I want my cock in you, want to stretch you, see your virgin blood cover my dick,” I said crudely. My balls were drawn up and ready to explode, ready to fill her with cum. I groaned out loud from that thought and image. “I want to pop your cherry, make it mine.”

  “Lachlan, I need you.”

  “And you’ll get more than you can handle.”

  “Oh God,” she cried out.

  I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, squeezing the mounds, making her moan. I gripped a chunk of her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along it, loving the sweet flavor of her.

  I didn’t want to let her go. Not ever.

  “I need you in my bed, need you spread for me, ready for me.” And then I had her in there, right where I wanted her.

  Once The door was closed she obeyed right away, was on the mattress, her legs slightly spread, her pussy peeking out, and her wetness glistening.

  My arousal for her had been building from the moment I saw her, from the very second I knew I wanted her as mine. And even though I wanted this to go on all night, I also knew that I couldn’t last.

  “Spread wider for me, Layla. I want to see how wet that virgin cunt is for me. I want to see what I’ll be devouring tonight.” When she spread those pretty, creamy thighs for me, I groaned, my mouth watered, and my cock jerked. She was so fucking soaked for me.

  “Touch yourself for me, Lachlan.”

  The air left me on a whoosh at her command. She was being dirty as well. Fuck, I loved it. I started stroking myself from root to tip, my balls swinging slightly beneath my length from my motions. My bicep clenched from how strung tight my muscles were. Here I was jerking off while she touched herself. And it was hot as hell.

  Her pussy was this pretty pink color, her clit nice and swollen for me.

  I ran my palm over the tip of my dick, smearing the pre-cum around, getting my dick nice and lubed up for what was to come. I didn’t care if jerking off in front of her was amateurish. She liked looking at me doing it, and I fucking loved her watching.

  Her body shook, maybe from her nerves, maybe because she was just too damn worked up. Either way she wouldn’t deny me.

  “Put your hand between your thighs and touch yourself. Let me see—watch—as you work yourself over for my viewing pleasure.” I grabbed my cock, stroking that fucker like my life depended on it. “Rub that engorged little clit of yours, show me how good you can make yourself feel.” My focus was right between her thighs.

  She took in a stuttering breath, her body mine now for the taking, her need as strong as my own. The scent of her filled my head. And when I watched her do what I said, I knew there was no going back.

  Not now, not ever.

  7

  Layla

  He wanted to watch me touch myself, to watch me play with myself. And I wanted to show it all to him, even though I was nervous. I was so aroused, too, so damn excited, anticipating this, needing this like I needed to breathe.

  “Spread your legs wider; let me see all of you.”

  I felt my heart beat faster. It seemed like it would burst through my ribs. I parted my legs even wider, showing him the part of me no other person had seen.

  I couldn’t help but stare at him, watch as he touched himself, stroked himself for my viewing pleasure. I was so wet, my inner muscles clenching hard, needing that substance only he could give me. The long, thick length of him was impressive, if albeit a bit frightening. He was huge.

  “Go on. Do it.”

  I slipped my hand down my belly and ran my finger along my clit, teasing the bud, gasping at the sensitivity I felt. I rubbed my clit harder, and a moan left me at the pleasure that consumed me.

  “So fucking hot, Layla.” He beat off faster, running his hand up and down his shaft it was almost a blur.

  My pussy was so slick. He used the pre-cum that dotted the tip of his dick to lube his shaft, to make his stroking easier.

  “Does it feel good, baby?”

  I nodded, my throat tight, my mouth too dry to speak.

  “Go on, rub that clit faster; come for me.”

  I moved my finger to my clit and rubbed the bud faster. I couldn’t help but arch my back, my breasts thrusting out, my nipples getting harder. A gasp left me as the pleasure slammed into me.

  For long minutes all we did was watch each other jerk off, the pleasure mounting between us, the air in the room growing hotter, thicker. Before I knew what he was doing, he was in front of me, his hands on my knees, parting my legs.

  He ran his finger over the tip of his dick, gathered the cum on the digit and brought it to my mouth. He shoved the pad between my lips, forcing me to taste him. He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted me to do.

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nbsp; I ran my tongue along his thumb, lapping at the saltiness that covered the pad. He was manly, clean and fresh. He tasted like he was all for me. I got even wetter.

  He made me lick every last drop of cum from the digit. He stared right into my eyes the whole time.

  “You like how I taste?”

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  “As much as I like teasing you, I need to be in you.” He smoothed his thumb along my bottom lip for just a second. “I hope you’re ready, because there’s no stopping you from being mine.”

  As much as I enjoyed this foreplay, I needed Lachlan inside of me.

  He used his massive chest to push me back on the mattress, the scent of him wafting around me, making me feel drunk. I loved the masculine, woodsy scent of him.

  I wanted to touch him, to run my hands over his hard body, take in the definition. Instead I lifted my hand and ran my fingers along his cheek, the scruff slightly abrasive. His gaze was focused on me, his arousal matching mine.

  “I’m going to be your first.” He cupped the side of my face, his palm slightly calloused … like a real man. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some. “So perfect,” he seemed to say to himself as he looked his fill of me.

  “You’re going to be my only,” I found myself saying, needing to get the words out, needing him to know how much I meant them.

  He cupped my chin in his big hand, stared into my eyes, and for a second time stood still. “I’ve been in love with you from the moment I saw you.” My breath caught, and I felt him smooth his thumb over my cheek. “I’ll be your one and only. I’ll be the man who takes care of you, the man who shows you what being worshipped, loved in every sense of the word, means.”

  He slipped his hand right between my legs, over my pussy. “I own this. I’ll always own this.” He added a bit of pressure. “You’ll soon realize that because you’re mine, no other man will have you. No other fucker will look at you, think about you, hell, assume they can talk to you.”