Touched by Lightning Page 14

  Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. God, please let me hold this shit together. He prayed like never before, fisting his hands on his knees to keep from grabbing her. His heart felt as if it were about to explode from the effort of holding back. His dick pulsed, slick pre-cum beading on the tip. He had to be leaving a damp spot on his pants, but he couldn’t be bothered worrying about that right now. Brit wasn’t sure if he could concern himself with anything but letting Gyda have her sweetly innocent way with him.

  She must have taken his passiveness as acceptance of her deepening the kiss, because she pressed even closer and slid her tongue into his mouth, curling it around his before retreating. His followed and soon they were kissing like a couple of hot-and-heavy teenagers. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled, their hearts pounded together and his cock throbbed into the soft curve of her belly.

  And it was amazing. But not nearly as amazing as when one of her hands slid down his chest to fist his t-shirt, dragging the hem up his torso until they were skin-to-skin everywhere except for where her bra shielded her breasts. He moved his hands, bringing them to either side of her slight waist, not wanting to startle her. When she didn’t jump or break away from the kiss, he stroked upward, his goal the clasp at the back of her bra.

  She must have realized his intentions, because she pulled away. Damn. The thought crossed his mind before he banished it. If this was all she gave him, he’d gladly take it because it was still progress. A few more days… She knelt in front of him, a secret smile on her lips. That was sexy. And he’d forever memorize the way she looked now with her cheeks flushed with desire, her lips soft…her hands reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

  Brit wasn’t even aware he was holding his breath until it whooshed from his lungs as the cups fell away from her body, revealing perky breasts with rosy-pink nipples. She gently tossed the bra to the side and let him look even as a deeper flush started at her neck and glided upward to rest in her cheeks. But he was so amazed at the level of her trust. Okay he was also a little in awe of her breasts. He’d always thought he liked them big enough to smother a man, but Gyda’s teacup offerings were perfect. She was perfect because it was her.

  He had to fight the urge to fall on her like a salivating beast or to start drooling, neither of which was a good idea with a girl as skittish as his Gyda. But it was only when she started to lift her hands to cover up her chest that he realized he hadn’t done a single thing other than gape at her. He grabbed her wrists in a gentle hold, keeping them at her sides and had to forcibly drag his hungry stare away from her beautiful tits to her face.

  “You’re beautiful,” he blurted like a fool. Heat crawled up his neck, but he soldiered on, needing her to know how honored he was. He looked down at her again, his tongue swiping out to wet his lips. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She shook her head, some of the unease fading away. Then she pointed at him, pressing her finger to the center of his chest.

  He was confused. “Me?” She nodded. “I’m what?”

  “You’re beautiful.”

  It was the barest whisper of sound. So bare, he might have imagined he heard it at all, but there was no mistaking the shy way she bit her lip after speaking. She’d spoken. For him. And damn but his eyes started to sting with the need to express his gratitude in the most unmanly of ways, but he held it back because there was a much better way he could think to thank Gyda for gifting him with her voice.

  She was so nervous. If he didn’t stop staring at her like that, she’d probably jump to her feet and run away. She couldn’t believe she’d spoken. Sixteen had urged her to try, convinced her it wouldn’t hurt anyone to give voice to her thoughts. And it hadn’t. It’d felt good even if it was weird to feel her vocal cords vibrate, or hear the rasp of her voice. It sounded more like a hissing whisper than speech, but the impact it had on Brit was profound.

  Gyda saw it in his eyes, his realization of how important it was for her to speak. She swore his eyes were damp, but before she could decide if he actually was that touched, he slid his hands around her body to her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she reached out to grip his shoulders. His electricity was a soft sizzle like a static charge building. It wasn’t painful at all, but pleasant. He didn’t drag her against him or start trying to get her pants off. Again, he showed amazing restraint, something she could appreciate and that even made Tora grudgingly think that perhaps a man in control wasn’t a bad thing. The Beast liked the gentle care he showed, was even coming to enjoy the way he tasted and tended to her.

  She stared into his eyes, which were no longer dark with despair or hurt, but with hunger and that strange affection. She still didn’t get why he’d feel something for her other than disgust, but Gyda would take it. Brit made her feel good things. When he touched her or kissed her or even looked at her like he was now, it was sweet and pure and hot.

  But he said, “We don’t have to do anything.”

  Gyda froze, some of the warm fuzzies fading. He didn’t want her? She glanced down at his lap where his hard cock was clearly outlined by his pants, then his body started shaking with silent laughter. When she looked back up at his face, he was grinning at her, those dimples flashing at her like lethal weapons.

  “Yeah, I want you.”

  Sixteen started laughing in the back of Gyda’s mind, tickled pink that Brit was being a gentleman. He’s turning you down because he thinks you’re fragile or something. How fucking sweet is that?

  He squeezed her ass, his big hands easily cupping the globes. “Darlin’, listen to me. You just had a traumatic moment. I was angry with you and you’re probably feeling like you have to make it up to me or something. You don’t. I want you a lot, but know I’d never ask you to do something you don’t want to— Oof.”

  Gyda quit listening to Sixteen who was howling with laughter because Gyda was finally giving in to what she wanted and Brit who was running off at the mouth. She listened to her body instead and it said it wanted this man who had honor shining through every pore of his body. He was beautiful in a way she probably didn’t deserve, but that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying it while she could.

  She tackled him against the wall and plastered her mouth to his, using the trick he’d used on her in the woods by thrusting her tongue between his lips in a wet, carnal example of what she wanted. Brit seemed to understand perfectly, because instead of saying more shit about her not knowing what she wanted, he got with the program. She tore at his shirt, breaking their kiss only long enough to pull the fabric over his head, a moan threatening to escape her as his naked chest pillowed her breasts.

  Magic. His skin was satiny smooth and tight, layered over as much muscle as he had. Gyda wanted to gorge herself on him, running her hands over his shoulders, arms and chest, tracing the raised lines of a few of his tattoos where the artist had gone a little deep. His hands weren’t idle either, stroking over her back, her hips, her ass. Then sliding around to the front and sliding upward.

  The pleasure. If she still believed in a god, she would’ve thanked him for making it possible. Her body thrilled at his touch, her breaths coming in loud, gasping moans that should have embarrassed her. When one of his big hands gripped her right beneath her ass and tugged at her leg, she helped him put her in his lap, her legs straddling his narrow hips. Gyda groaned into his mouth at that because this new position aligned their bodies perfectly.

  Then his hands finished their slow glide up her stomach to cup her suddenly heavy, aching breasts. She gasped when his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples at the same time he sent gentle pulses of electricity to them. That shock of power, the delicious sting shot straight to her cunt, sending a gush of cream to her panties. She was primed, her pussy soaked and hot and he’d somehow managed to position her so that his hard shaft rubbed the seam of her pants against her clit.

  “Oh,” she gasped into his mouth as she tried to assess all the sensations flooding her body.

  She was
so wet she knew she had to be drenching her pants. She needed his touch, a deeper touch than he’d given her the other day. She needed him. Inside her, fucking her, easing the ache in her cunt.

  “Please,” she whispered. She rubbed her sex against him. “Please.”

  He must have known what she wanted, because the world spun as he swung their bodies around. Before she knew it, he’d placed her back on the bathroom rug with him hovering over her, his body nestled in the cradle of her hips. Gyda froze at the change in position. It was one that called to mind a lot of memories she wished could be easily wiped away. Her heart stopped beating and her muscles locked.

  Brit felt the difference in her body immediately and his head tilted to the side as he stared at her. “Sorry,” he said hoarsely, backing away a little. Some of the heat left his face as understanding took its place. “Shit, Gyda, I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

  Her heart hurt. Not because of those memories, but because of what they’d taken away from her. They shouldn’t have had any power over her. Not at a time like this, but all she could see was the many men who’d held her down in that position while they hurt her, their leering faces looming over her. Brit wasn’t like that. She knew it. Tora knew it. He didn’t leer at her, he didn’t hurt her, but her body associated that position with weakness.

  He moved away, sitting on his ass with his back against the tub. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Gyda quickly sat up, her eyes on him. She must’ve been a little out of it because she didn’t remember scratching at him, but there were red streaks all over his shoulders and chest. His skin gleamed with sweat from their heavy make-out session and his cheeks were flushed with lust. The top button of his pants was undone, displaying a sexy trail of hair that formed below his navel, and the solid outline of his cock pressed against the material.

  Seeing him like this, hungry for her, yet so sweet and caring as to deny his own need helped a little. She wanted him like she’d never wanted anything else, maybe even more than the revenge she’d been getting on the men who’d hurt her. She’d told him he was beautiful and she hadn’t lied but it was more than his outer appearance. His honor was a bright beacon, his gentleness a constant fire she wanted to warm herself near.

  “I’m so fucking sorry,” he rasped, running his hand through his hair, the muscles of his chest and arm flexing with the movement. “I didn’t think…I should’ve realized.” He blew out a hard breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Gyda swung her legs around and got to her knees.

  He’d closed his eyes and tilted his head back again, displaying the strong column of his throat. “I lost my head a little.”

  She got to her hands and knees and began to crawl up his body. She was going to have this moment, this man. And nothing, but nothing was going to stop her. She’d just have to be a little creative to make sure they both enjoyed it.

  That’s my girl, Sixteen murmured in the back of her mind.

  This was a complete fiasco. Gyda had to think he was a sex-starved lunatic or something, blowing hot and cold, attacking her and backing off. Brit kept his eyes closed because every time he looked at her, he lost a little more control. With her hair mussed, her lips puffy and her eyes all heavy-lidded, she was like every wet dream he’d had since he first saw her.

  But that disappeared when he put her on her back. Her eyes had widened, her body locked up tight and terror etched itself across her face. Brit scrubbed a hand over his eyes. He needed to keep his goddamn hands off her. But she was like a drug. He told himself no, but he kept going back anyway, even knowing it wasn’t going to be good for either of them. Because she was his as surely as he was hers.

  The soft brush of a mouth right at the V where his pants were coming undone nearly had him leaping out of his skin. His eyes shot open wide, looking down to see his girl on her knees between his legs. Just like that, his flagging erection flared back to life with a suddenness that left him a little lightheaded.

  “Gyda,” he gasped like some maidenly aunt. He reached out to touch her, but pulled back, not wanting to scare her when her mouth was so close to sensitive bits. “What are you doing?”

  She flicked a sardonic, yet sly, look up at him and swiped the tip of her tongue over that skin. His whole body shook at the touch, but his mind still had trouble catching up with her sudden change.

  “What? You can’t…” he stammered and stuttered, wanting so badly to tear his pants open to release his cock so she could use her tongue on him that he had to wedge his hands under his ass to keep from doing just that. “You don’t have to.”

  This time she rolled her eyes and reached up with one slim hand to tug at his zipper, which gave with disgusting ease. There was no need to reach in to release his dick. As soon as there was enough room, it sprang out of his pants and saluted her, the head slick with copious amounts of pre-cum. He sucked back a groan of embarrassment and hunger.

  “I don’t want to scare you.” He managed to squeeze the words out of his tight throat. She gripped the base of his cock, her fingers barely reaching all the way around and he gulped. “Don’t have to… Oh God.” She kept her eyes on him as she leaned over. He had to fight back a groan. “Want to touch you, darlin’.”

  Then she started to taste him, licking at the pearly beads on his crown as if she were enjoying her favorite ice cream. She worked her way around the broad head, paused to dip the tip of her tongue into the slit at the end of his cock and then trailed it down his length.

  “Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, his body almost vibrating with the urge to have her take him into her mouth so he could come. God, he wanted to come so bad, but she didn’t deserve that. She was… She was working her way back up to the crown where she blew warm air over the slick skin. He shuddered. She was amazing.

  “Gyda, shit…fuck, woman!” This because she squeezed his base and took him into her mouth. The moist heat had his balls drawing up tight, but it was the rubbing thing she did with her tongue on the underside of his dick that nearly did him in.

  Not about to shoot off in her mouth like a selfish bastard, not this time anyway, Brit gripped her under the arms and dragged her up his body, her legs wedged between his. Her eyes widened with shock, but beneath that was a very small tinge of fear and uncertainty as though she worried she’d done something wrong.

  He shook his head. “It felt good. Too good,” he added with a groan. “Your mouth is magic, darlin’.” He dragged his eyes away from it because thinking about her sucking him off was causing him to lose focus. “But I want to come with you.” Her cheeks turned a darker pink and she lowered her gaze shyly. He stroked her velvety-soft skin, touching his thumb to the corner of her mouth. “Beautiful.”

  And mine, but he didn’t say that out loud. Instead, he stroked his hands down her body, pausing to cup the firm mounds of her tits. He let a little of the lock on his power go, sending a jolt into her that had her back arching in pleasure. The move thrust her breasts into his face in an unintentional offering, but one he accepted anyway. He wrapped his lips around one pert nipple and was rewarded with a buck of her hips against his dick and her hands digging into his hair.

  He caught her nub with his teeth and tongue, letting his hands skate down her firm stomach to the button of her jeans. He felt her scars, but they were a secondary sensation to the velvety softness of her skin, the quivering of her muscles as they tightened in anticipation of his touch. He could feel how hot her pussy was through her jeans and his dick ached with the urge to spear inside.

  Soon, he told himself as he worked her pants open, his mouth switching to her other nipple. She let out an inarticulate cry, her body bowing into him, her hips tilting up and giving him a little room to work his hand into her pants. The minute his fingers came into contact with her soaked panties, he groaned around her nipple, his body going rock hard.

  She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed her body away from his. Brit didn’t move his hand, his finge
rs pressing against the swollen nub of her clit, but he looked up at her, noting the wild eyes, the near-frantic need on her face. Then she widened her legs a little, giving him even more room to work, her fingers curling into his shoulders as though to prepare herself for whatever he gave her.

  “You want this?” he asked her as he gently rubbed her clit through her panties. She licked her lips, her eyes falling closed a little as she nodded. “Like this, or do you want more? Skin on skin?”

  She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, her face going soft with indecision. Brit’s fingers twitched. He knew what he wanted. He wanted her clothes gone, her pussy wrapped around his cock as he rocked into her until they both came. But he’d only give her what she wanted. He wasn’t sure he could survive another stop and start without losing his mind.

  When she backed away from him and got to her feet, he thought for sure that meant she was done, that she’d had enough. But she stood in front of him and reached for her pants, leaning over to pull them down along with her panties. When she straightened to kick them free of her legs, Brit could only stare at her in awe.

  He’d seen her in the woods that day, but not like this. Not naked and perfect in her imperfections. Her tattoos marched down her arms like living monuments of her trials, her scars were silvery ribbons on her stomach and arms. The fresh cuts were bandaged, but even that couldn’t detract from her beauty. She was toned, yet curvy. Her nipples swollen and darker pink from his fevered attentions, the dark curls at the apex of her thighs glistened with her arousal, her lean thighs damp. She wanted him, there was no mistaking that. It was written in every line of her body.

  His cock gave a happy pulse. If he wasn’t careful, he’d shoot off without ever getting inside her. But even that thought faded from mind when she stepped up to straddle his hips, her pussy lips parting so he could see the very center of her body. He thought his heart was going to stop then and there. Deep-pink and fluted, she glistened with her need for him.