Page 17 of Blue Summer

I try to calm my breathing since it sounds like I just ran a fucking mile, but his next move makes that impossible. He leans forward and buries his face in the soft swell of my pussy, his mouth latching onto the soft skin, his tongue batting the nub of my clit back and forth. He gently sucks, and I am losing every sense of reality I have. Nothing else matters but the feel of his mouth on me.

He kisses my swollen sex like he kisses my mouth, with a hunger and desperation that borders on ferocious and leaves me breathless and craving more.

“Oh my God, yes! Don’t… don’t stop, Roan! Oh! Oh!”

I can’t keep my hips still; they dance around his lips even when I realize I am trying to ride his face it doesn’t stop me or slow me down.

Everything becomes molten hot and there doesn’t seem to be enough air as my body tenses, drawing up tighter than it has ever been. My hand falls on his head, my fingers sinking in his hair as all of my focus centers on the bundle of nerves he is manipulating with his tongue and teeth and glorious mouth.

“Oh my God, Roan! Please, please don’t stop! I’m….,” The orgasm catches me by surprise in its quickness and intensity. My world goes bright as I clench my eyes shut and ride out the shake that seems to have built up in my lower belly and traveled down to my aching clit. I throw my hands out to grab onto the side of the island as everything seizes throughout my body. My lower half pulses with waves of ecstasy and release.

But Roan isn’t through with me. He isn’t done at all. Instead of letting me calm back down or gather control, he slides his hands under the globes of my ass and lifts my lower half off the counter, bringing my pussy closer to his mouth. He starts licking up the middle of my body, chasing the taste of my release.

“Shit, angel, how the hell did you get even fucking sweeter? It’s like god damned candy. So fucking sweet.”

I cry out and try to mouth his name as he sends my body back into the fire it feels like it just came from. “R…Roan, I don’t think…I don’t…think I can take anymore.”

“Can’t stop. Not when you taste so fucking good. Don’t make me stop, baby. Don’t take this little prize away from me now.”

“Oh shit! Roan!”

I brace the heels of my feet against the edge of the island and press myself up and into his mouth as he sends me over the edge again. This time the orgasm is just as fast but so much more intense and just keeps going. It takes me a long time to realize one of the reasons it might have been prolonged or bigger than the first is because he has slipped one of his fingers inside the tight opening of my pussy and is rubbing a magical spot inside of me.

“Roan…,” I touch his face with the tips of my fingers and follow his smile along his face. My body is boneless and still floaty as I bask in the warmth of his grin… and then everything changes. The lover I was just with is gone and in his place is a man more akin to a beast… one that is intent on protecting what is his.

Chapter Sixteen

Roan

I hear it before she does. The little whine of an alarm that sounds more like an alarm on a phone than what it is… a warning bell.

The smile melts from my face and something cold and hard moves inside of me. I have my woman lying out in front of me and someone thinks they can come and take her away. Not while I have breath in my body. Not when I have this sweet angel to protect.

The change in me has her coming up on her elbows and staring at me with worry in her eyes. “What is it? What’s happening? What is that sound?”

“It’s the silent alarm on the front gate.” She sits all the way up now with a look of alarm on her face, “I need you to go to my room and lock the door, angel. I need you to go to the nightstand and grab the gun, it’s already loaded, all you have to do is release the safety and…,”

She interrupts me before I can finish telling her what I want her to do. “I… I don’t know how to use a gun, Roan. I’ve never even held one. I…”

Her eyes are drenched in worry and fear, and it just makes the thing inside of me all the more ready to go kill someone.

“Go now! Go lock the door and grab the gun, sweet girl. I’ll be back. I promise.” I pull her off the island, so she doesn’t have to jump down and push her towards my bedroom. “Go, angel. So, I don’t have to worry about you.”

She gives me a nod but before she can walk away I have her pulled back and my lips on hers in a kiss that is as much of a promise as my words are. I let her go and watch as she disappears up the staircase. I walk softly and silently into the living room where my backup gun is stored inside the locked hall table. I don’t turn a light on and don’t need one to see the layout of the house. I’ve lived here all my life. I can navigate this place in the pitch black and it’s hardly that. I have the downstairs cleared in no time. By the time backup has shown up I have made sure there isn’t anyone here anymore.

Only when I am sure, I go and knock on my bedroom door.

“Angel, are you alright?”

“Yes.” It’s quiet and not as confident as I would like, but it’s there.

“Open the door for me, sweet girl.”

I don’t have to wait long before I hear the snib of the lock click and the door pops open. She is in my arms before I can say my next words.

“Is it over?”

“Not yet, angel. But, soon. Soon it will be.”

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