Chapter 9

As one, I helped him dispose of my bra, then slid my shorts and panties over my feet, and as I was kicking them off, a ton of bricks hit me from behind, knocking me forward.

Seth’s body went flying as the sound of a furious growl echoed around us. Though stunned, it didn’t decrease my need, and I began squirming on the ground, mewling and panting like a cat in heat. Even as I stuck my ass in the air and cried pitifully, I watched Seth take off like a bat out of hell and disappear into the thick layer of trees. With a lunge, Declan picked me up and deposited me onto his shoulder, where upside down and naked, my nose pressed against his back, I swiveled and thrust my hips, grinding my pelvis into his shoulder as I cried, “Something is wrong with me, Declan!”

Pivoting, he only grunted as he started running back through the trees, giving the party goers on the beach a wide berth as he headed toward his pickup.

Unable to help myself as my body was literally being seized by an all-consuming need to have sex, I continued to squirm against him. All modesty was gone. Completely wiped clean, and I began rubbing my bare breast against his back. Words, that under normal circumstances, would have embarrassed the shit out of me, came spewing from between my lips as I whimpered, “I need… I need… Oh God, Declan... I need you to fuck me!”

Jerking the driver’s door open, Declan dumped me onto the seat, then attempting to avoid my groping fingers, he soothed, “It’s gonna be all right, baby…”

Shaking my head, I grasped his shirt and jerked him forward with a strength I didn’t know I possessed and continued thrusting upward, rubbing my aching core against him. Within seconds, I found myself shoved back on the seat as Declan, pressing his hand against the bones between my neck and breasts began wiggling out of his shirt, as voice thick and gravelly, he groaned, “Fuck me if I ain’t fucked!”

When he finally got his shirt off, he jerked me forward again, then working his way around my clutching hands, and wiggling hips, he wrapped me within it. With no little effort, he climbed into the cab beside me before firing the engine to life.

Reaching forward, he shifted the pickup into drive, but gave a startled yelp when I ran my hand up his thigh and gripped the bulge between his legs with my fingers.

As I gave the hard length several strokes, he groaned but captured my hand with his own. Then, placing it back in my lap, he husked under his breath, “Sweet Jesus!”

DECLAN

The tributary was less than ten miles from my home, however, even with the pickup’s gas pedal buried in the floor, I’d decided it was taking too long and that Sydney was part Octopus. Her arms, hands, legs, and toes were everywhere—including on herself.

As I drove, it had become quite a chore to even stay on the road: a battle of self-restraint to resist Sydney had left me hard as fuck and panting.

Sweat dripped down the center of my back and the sizable proportions my dick had gained with her aroused mewls, cries, and touches, left me tightly encased behind the zipper of my jeans, and all I could do was keep removing her wandering hands and pray I didn’t lose my fucking mind in the meantime.

SYDNEY

As the truck came to a shuddering halt, the heady aroma of deliciousness wound its way through my senses, intoxicating me further. It was a scent I’d begun to associate with Declan when I was about sixteen, but I’d be damned if I could put a name to it! My God, it was divine though!

Rotating my head, I sought to move closer to the source, wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled. Then, no more able to stop my actions now than I had ten minutes earlier, I flicked out my tongue and began stroking the silky smooth flesh of his shoulder. As my taste buds erupted with his flavor, my mind screamed, “sweet baby Jesus he does. Oh My God, does he ever!"

Mouth watering, I went in for seconds, wanting to consume him. However, within seconds he was pushing me away again. The thud of my head hitting against the rear glass of the pickup echoed around the cab of the truck and before I could even blink my eyes, Declan was jerking my arms forward.

With extreme care, he examined the inside of one, then the other. Even as his eyes peered down at my wrists, I panted and squirmed on the seat. As I could no longer reach him to rub against, I arched my aching core downward, beginning a rhythmic thrusting against the seat as I pleaded, “Declan, please,” then, “Oh Jesus, I fucking ache!”

Breath harsh and labored, Declan jerked my wrist to his nose, giving it a sniff. A vile curse slipped from between his lips before grabbing a hold of my weaving and bobbing face he husked out, “Sydney, listen to me, baby. You’ve been marked—”

Feeling as if I would explode if I wasn’t filled by him soon, I interrupted him, “Declan, please... I need you, I need you... Now!”

Leaning forward, I ran the tip of my tongue across his jawline, the slight stubble pricking its surface, and sending further sensations rocketing through my already wanton senses and reaching down, I began rubbing his erection again, at the same time imploring, "Please Declan, please make it stop!"

In an instant, the tight leash he’d held his restraint under snapped and a fierce groan erupted from his throat. At the sound, I grew more aroused and shifted until I knelt beside him. I lifted my leg, climbing onto his lap, and straddling his thigh, I settled my knees to either side, as reaching down, I unfastened his zipper. Then easing my hand inside his jeans, I pulled out his hardened length, my eyes widening at his size.

His reaction to my touch was so fierce, it was almost a convulsion, and sliding my fingertips across the head of his member, I felt the slick moisture of his lubrication. Beginning to rub the slickness down his length, I stroked him, at the same time rubbing myself against the firm bunching of his thigh muscles.

A ground out, deep-throated groan of, “Fuck. Me!,” escaped past his lips at my actions.

The heat within me accelerated, verging on flaring out of control, and drawing a deep breath, I began trying to bank my need, the fear of burning him with the tiny embers shimmering on the edge of an all out firestorm, only helped slightly to calm the lust-filled hussy within me.

Rising, I brushed my mouth against his as I whispered, “I need you inside me, Declan!”

As he groaned against my mouth, I could feel the trembling of his body and pressing further I flicked my tongue against the soft silky flesh of his lower lip.

He jerked at the charge of heat that zinged from me to him, then with a low moan and a vile curse, he took possession of my mouth in a kiss flavored with the strong intensity of his own desire.

Whimpering and crying in my need, I began pleading again with him to help me. The ache was becoming painful and with breathing harsh he groaned out, “I will baby, I promise I’ll take the ache away…”

The rest of his words trailed off as he began sliding his fingers across the soft delicate skin of my stomach, then with a pause and a low guttural growl, he pulled me the rest of the way onto his lap.

Shoving up the folds of his too large shirt, he pulled the torrid peak of my nipple in between his lips, beginning to lathe it with his tongue until I cried out, wanting more, needing more: my untried body craving release.

Repositioning me, he lowered me to his erection, allowing me to feel its hardness. At the contact, I began squirming, rubbing against his silken heat, causing him to move against the wet, softness of me.

Yet, even in his need, he slowed, controlling his entrance, not allowing himself the release of plunging within me. Instead, grasping my hips, he helped me to move, easing himself within me at the same time.

After the initial sting, I began a slow rocking motion against him as he taught and instructed with his hands and lips. The silky feel of his chest beneath my palms added to my heightened awareness, and bending forward, I licked at the salty sweat that had beaded on his chest.

Rolling the moisture around on my tongue, I absorbed his essence: the aromatic scent that was driving me insane.

My breath caught and held as he worked further and deeper within me: every stroke a symphony of movement.

Our bodies danced together to a shared beat, even as my own cried out for its release. Yet he allowed it no mercy, allowed no quenching of its arousal, for he stilled within me, his actions causing the rioting desire to snarl within me, before again, he began to instruct, to teach: to take me to that fine edge of bliss.

His own body quivered in need while our hands and lips flowed across each other’s bodies—touching and acquainting one another with likes and dislikes, finally, with body jerking and his hardness pulsing, he grasped my waist as he jammed deep inside me with his climax, my release quickly following.

As I slid back onto earth’s plains, I heard a small sound come from Declan, before emotion-filled words I couldn’t understand escaped his lips; words sounding as if spoken in some ancient, long-forgotten language.

Avoiding my eyes, he lifted me off his lap and gently sat me back on the bench seat beside him, then turning away from me, he stared out the windshield, before jerking at the door handle, he pushed it open.

Still, without a word, he tugged me from the seat, and with both of us as naked as the day we were born he dragged me to the porch.

After depositing me onto the wooden surface, he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head, then sucking in a harsh breath that somehow sounded tortured, he pushed me away again, and turning his back to me, he almost ran to his pickup.

Slamming the driver’s door shut behind him, he fired the engine to life and took off as if he’d danced with the devil. The next morning, I found my nerves stretched to their limit; I was uncertain of what to say to Declan when I saw him, but all of my rehearsed speeches and worry were for not though, as he didn’t appear that morning, or the next, nor the one after that.