Untamed: (Heath & Violet) (Beg For It) (23 page)

“You fit so right,”
he groaned, grabbing my ass in his fist, pounding into me. “And you
take it all, don’t you baby?”

“Uh!” I groaned,
unable to form a response, beyond words, but I showed him with my
body, arching my ass up for him, pushing back into his cock as much
as I could. I used the bedpost to create more friction, working my
pussy back onto his cock as he thrust into me. I’d never known I
could feel so consumed by a man, so entirely taken.

Long, strong strokes,
slick and sliding, he built my pleasure and then built it some more.
Desperate noises tumbled out of my mouth, the sounds of intense
pleasure, begging, pleading for release. With one large, strong hand
pushing down on my lower back, holding me in place, the other firmly
gripping my ass cheek, he slowed down to a torturous pace. I could
feel every inch in, then out, then in again.

“You feel it,
Violet?” he asked, his voice tense and coiled and ready to pounce.
“You feel how I’m going to come in you?”

“Yes,” I moaned,
feeling his tension, feeling the power he’d held at bay, about to
get poured into me.

“You want it?”

“Yes,” I begged,
wanting his come, wanting it so badly I almost felt the quiver of an
orgasm start up in me in anticipation.

“And you need to
come, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” I nearly
cried, so overwhelmed, not able to hold on much longer.

With a long, gushing
push he filled me completely. “Now come!” he commanded and I
exploded, taking in his hot, pounding load, my pussy clenching and
quivering around his cock as we both came, hard. Panting, groaning,
we let go together, and with each thrust he gave me another crest to
the intense waves of my orgasm.

Down on the bed with a
thump like a giant tree falling in the woods, Heath collapsed by my
side.

“Sweet Jesus,
Violet!” he exclaimed, one hand up to his forehead.

“Are you, OK?” I
asked, figuring he probably meant it in a good way, but he did seem
to be feeling it intensely.

“No.” He shook his
head, then looked at me and pulled me closer, so I was curled against
his chest. “No, I’m not OK,” he repeated, kissing my hair,
caressing my back. “I’m much better than OK.”

§

I had to leave in two
days. Our boss was giving us until Thursday to wrap up filming our
pitch. Then, Friday, we had an afternoon meeting in L.A. with one
agenda item: wow them.

“We’re all excited
to see what you’ve got!” he’d told Sam and me on speaker phone
that afternoon. Good thing he couldn’t see the mess we were in
right now with an irate mom about to pop Sam’s head off about
getting unauthorized footage of her son.

“I assure you, ma’am,
we never use footage of anyone without permission,” I interjected.
She sure knew a lot of curse words.

“But I saw you—”
She started turning her mama grizzly on me.

“We do have a film
crew here, but they’re only shooting footage of Miss Cooper. No
students will appear on film.”

Now, if we did move
forward with this show and a kindergarten teacher as a leading lady,
then we’d have to untangle the impossible knot that was gaining
permission from each and every parent with a child affiliated with
the elementary school. But, for now, we’d grabbed a few shots of
the adorable Miss Cooper driving to work in her car, grabbing a quick
cuppa in the break room, and working one-on-one with the student
whose parents had signed a release form. The good thing was, if we
did do the show here, it wouldn’t be all up to me anymore. The
Fame! Network would flood this town with their legal and logistics
teams. A pang of guilt flashed through me. Heath would hate that.

But he wouldn’t have
to be involved, I reminded myself. He wouldn’t have to be a part of
it. He could opt out.

“You need to get
Heath to sign this.” Sam thrust an envelope into my hand.

“What is it?”

“We need footage of
the store. All of the artists need to sign off.”

I started to ask Sam
“why me?” but I couldn’t play that dumb. Of course Sam knew I’d
been getting it on with Heath. He’d probably known about it before
it had even happened. True, he’d been giving me a strangely
uncharacteristic pass on the grilling and hazing, but I figured that
was just because he was swamped and stressed about our upcoming
pitch. He’d always made time for gossip in the past, but I also
knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. You didn’t go up to Sam
and question why he wasn’t giving you shit. You simply said a
silent “thank you” to the universe and enjoyed the peace and
quiet.

“Can you do it?”
Sam asked me. He looked pale and shaken from the tongue-lashing he’d
just received from that mad mama. Heath would probably pick him up
and toss him out a window if he came at him with release paperwork to
sign.

“Yeah, I’ll explain
it’s about the store, not him.”

“You’re the best.”
Sam gave me the double air-kiss and took off.

I headed right to the
store. I always wanted to go see Heath, and now I had a reason. He’d
told me he’d be there that afternoon.

A few customers were in
front, but he was in back, alone, and I was on him like white on
rice. He wrapped his big arms around me, and we kissed until we both
were breathless.

“You’re a nice
surprise.” He beamed at me, smoothing my hair back where he’d
tangled it up. Even kisses got pretty heated with Heath.

“I saw someone up
front checking out your work.” I felt so happy for him, so
impressed by what he’d accomplished. Lots of people wanted to
create for a living, but he’d gone ahead and done it. And it looked
like he was starting to become successful at it, too.

“I’d rather be back
here checking out your work.” I laughed at his cheesy come on, then
sucked in my breath as his lips found my throat, his broad, rough
palm working its way under my sweater to find my bare stomach. With
sure, swift fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his fingers down
to my pussy.

He made a deep,
satisfied sound in his throat as he touched me, insistent, reverent,
pulling the silk of my panties down to gain access where I was
already slick for him.

“Heath,” I gasped,
aware of the voices not too far from us. Customers were out front in
the shop. “People are right—” I had to bite my tongue to cut
off the moan forming on my lips as he started stroking me, finding my
sweet spot so fast you’d think the man was magic.

“Then you’ll have
to be quiet,” he whispered in my ear, clearly enjoying my torment.
Easy for him to say, be quiet. He wasn’t the one about to have a
mind-shattering orgasm.

Or was he?

Pulling away, I gave
him a mischievous smile. Then I started unbuttoning his jeans.

“What are you doing?”
he whispered, his eyes opening wider.

“What does it look
like I’m doing?” I smiled flirtatiously up at him. “You don’t
get to have all the fun.”

I dropped to my knees
and unzipped his fly. His cock was hard as a hammer, waiting for me
in his briefs. I pushed the cotton down and pulled out his shaft, my
mouth watering at the prospect. With all the fooling around we’d
been doing, I hadn’t had a chance yet to go down on him. He was
always so quick with getting me off, and then we had sex like
bunnies. But now it was time.

Cupping his huge cock
with my hands, I licked my lips and looked up at him. “Can you be
quiet, Heath?” I teased him, then reached out my tongue to his tip.
As I savored his broad crown, he hissed out a groan. With one hand,
he gripped the table by his side. With the other, he caressed my
hair, my cheek, letting me know without words how good it felt. I
sucked him, wet and slick, enjoying making him feel so good.

Taking him in all the
way was a big job, and I had to work up to it. I used a lot of saliva
and had to focus on relaxing the back of my throat. Good thing I was
so eager to take him in. He was so big, he nearly choked me but it
got me so turned on to love him that way, down on my knees before
him, licking and sucking and kissing. My pussy dripped with pleasure
as his need grew, his cock so big and hard down my throat, his
fingers starting to fist in my hair.

I moaned on his cock,
slurping and sucking, messy work but I wanted it nice and wet for him
and I couldn’t wait for him to explode down my throat. My clit
throbbed as I sucked, taking in his big shaft, hearing the sounds he
made, knowing he was working to stay quiet. It was hot having to keep
it secret. But next time I’d have to go down on him somewhere he
could talk dirty to me. I bet he’d say the nastiest things.

“You suck so good,
baby,” he whispered down at me. I looked up at him and met his eyes
with his cock filling my mouth. I sucked and licked and moaned,
letting him know how much I was loving it. “You’re getting me
close,” he warned me.

I brought my hands up
to his hips and grabbed on, letting him know in no uncertain terms I
wanted his come down my throat. I wanted to suck and swallow down
every last drop.

With a deep groan he
barely bit back, he began thrusting more wildly in my mouth, his hand
gripping the back of my head and keeping me there working his cock.
I’d never felt so possessed while sucking cock, or so turned on. It
had always been a trade for me in the past, part of a “I’ll do
you so you’ll do me” bargain. This was on a whole new level. I
wanted to suck his cock again and again.

With a shudder and a
groan, he started coming down my throat and greedily I swallowed,
doing my best to keep sucking. He was so huge and it felt like he
came so hard, so much going down my throat, but I wanted it, all of
it. Eyes watering, fists clutching his hips, I sucked and swallowed
and sucked some more until he slowed, then exhaled deeply.

“Fuck!” he
murmured, his hands cupping my face, my hair. I slid off of him
slowly, knowing he might be sensitive now. I licked my lips, getting
every last drop, and smiled up at him, satisfied.

“Violet.” He gazed
down at me, then picked me up and sat me on top of a table in front
of him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, dropping his
head to kiss me, bury his nose in my hair. “You’re amazing.”

Had I been able to come
up with a snappy retort I would have said something like “right
back at you.” As it was, I held him back, closing my eyes and
breathing him in, the feel of him, the scent of him, all of him. I
couldn’t get enough.

Heath

I paced my cabin like
I’d been locked in. I wouldn’t mind being locked in, as long as I
was with Violet. She was supposed to arrive a half hour ago. And we
didn’t have much time left. She was scheduled to fly back to L.A.
tomorrow afternoon.

Picking up my phone, I
considered texting her. But it would be one of those annoying “where
are you?” texts. I put it down.

This was new for me. I
was the king of not getting attached, to anything. Material
possessions, wealth, prestige and, yes, personal relationships. I’d
mastered my independence. It was all I’d wanted for years now, to
establish myself free and clear on my own two feet, on my own terms.

Now I wanted to sweep
Violet off her feet. I’d had women after me before, extremely
interested in what I had to offer and persistent as hell. I’d had
no trouble avoiding them. Now, I was the one in hot pursuit, gripped
by the consuming need to have and hold and never let go.

Finally, a knock at the
door. I was at it in two seconds and there she stood, her gorgeous
face beaming out of that ridiculous parka.

“You needed the hood
up to walk from the car to the front door?” I had to tease her.
She’d adjusted pretty well over the last few weeks, trading in her
heels for some sturdy boots and even taking some joy in her wintry
surroundings. But she really was a wimp when it came to the cold.

“Let me in!” She
rushed in past me, excited for the warmth of my cabin. And maybe to
see me, too.

I closed the door
behind her.

“Want something to
warm you up? Some hot chocolate? I could fix you a drink?” I
started heading to the kitchen but I didn’t get far. Her arms
wrapped around me and she pulled me to her, her lips finding mine
fast.

“Yes, I want
something to warm me up.” She giggled as she kissed me and I was
happy to oblige. Turning to her, I scooped her up in my arms and
walked her over to a countertop where she’d be right up to my
height and we could take our time. I sat her down and unzipped that
blasted parka—though it had come in handy more than once. I was
glad she hadn’t traded in her thin, soft sweaters for the heavier,
woollier Vermont variety. I had such better access with the kind of
flimsy, translucent tops she wore.

“How’d it go
today?” I asked, kissing her earlobe, tracing my tongue along her
neck. I’d discovered some of her more sensitive spots and loved
exploiting them like a ruthless pirate. Making her shiver and moan
had become my favorite pastime.

“Got some good
footage at the brewery.” She turned her attentions to the top of my
Henley shirt, kissing where she could and then unbuttoning to get
access to more. Clothes never stood much of a chance around the two
of us.

“You done, then?” I
asked hopefully. She’d mentioned the possibility of needing to do a
little more filming tonight, add some whipped cream to the sundae
they’d put together. I had better ideas of things to do with
whipped cream.

“Mmm-hmm.” Her
hands up and underneath my shirt against my bare skin, she spread her
palms over the expanse of my chest. She moaned, half caressing, half
grabbing onto me. “Heath, you’re so big!”

Big did you say? My
cock stood at attention, pressing and ready, and there was no hiding
this massive wood. I wore a pair of athletic pants and the thin nylon
didn’t stand a chance. She reached her hand out and found me,
stroking my length through the fabric.