Rural Romance by Alexa Riley

Chapter Eleven

Lux

Ican’t believe I’m doing this—not that I want to stop. My body aches as I stare down at Bastian with his head between my thighs. He lifts his gaze to meet mine, slipping his fingers into my panties and pulling them to the side. His warm breathing teases my sex, and I can see his hunger. It makes me feel sexy and desired in a way that’s never happened before.

His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes his first taste of me, and I gasp. The feel of his tongue dragging across my clit makes me cry out because of how good it feels. The small touch has my body going up in flames, and a level of need I’ve never experienced roars inside of me. It pushes me past my shyness, and pleasure dominates my thoughts.

“More.” I start to lift my hips, but he holds me down on the couch so I can’t wiggle free.

“I’m going to give you all you can stand, Bunny.”

His tongue circles my clit again, but this time he slides it all the way down my sex. When he pushes it inside me, I grip his hair tighter. He thrusts it in and out repeatedly, and I feel myself clenching around him. I need his hard length to replace his tongue, but right now I’m riding his mouth like I would his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, and I open my mouth to protest, only to let out a breath of relief when his fingers take its place.

“So damn tight,” he groans, thrusting them in and out of me.

When his tongue finds my clit again, I drop my head back onto the couch. He sucks, and I feel him flicking it back and forth with his tongue, and my body can’t hold back. My orgasm explodes from within like fireworks are being set off between my legs and cascading to every inch of my body. I call out his name as the pleasure courses through me, all the way to my toes, but Bastian doesn't stop. He keeps devouring me, and I’m not sure I can take much more. My legs start to shake, and I can’t form words as he thrusts another finger inside me.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop eating your pussy.”

His words are so filthy I gasp, even as I roll my hips closer to his mouth. I’ve never heard someone speak that way before, and coming from him, I love it.

“You don’t have to.” I swear I can feel him smile against me.

“Are you saying this is all mine now?” He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me. “And no one else’s?”

“Yes, it’s yours,” I agree. “I need your mouth, Bastian, please.” I don’t know what’s possessed me, being this bold, but the ache between my legs can only be eased by him.

“Even when you beg it’s sweet,” he says before his mouth lowers once more.

He hooks his fingers inside of me, and the feeling is so different and deep that my body has no choice but to respond. A few quick caresses and I go off, only this orgasm is different from the last. It’s like lava pouring on me, and my whole body instantly ignites, and I cry out.

Every inch of my skin buzzes as I melt into the couch and close my eyes. I don’t even have the willpower to keep them open, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to move again.

Bastian kisses me gently on the insides of my thighs, and I smile. He really is one of the good ones, and it reassures me that he’s the man I want. I want him to be my first.

He lifts me off the couch and into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest, still not bothering to open my eyes. When my back hits a soft mattress, he takes off my panties so I'm completely naked, and I finally look up at him. I watch as he strips off his clothes, and I snort a laugh when he almost trips over his own pants in the process.

“Are you laughing at me, Bunny?” His question is filled with warning.

“Maybe,” I tease, and he lunges for me.

I let out a squeal and roll over to try and get to the other side of the bed. It’s useless, and he’s on me in a flash. When I feel him bite my ass, I can’t help but laugh harder. He flips me back over and easily pins me to the bed.

His touch is gentle as he reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, but it’s even more than that.” My heart flutters as he kisses me. “I’m keeping you.” I wrap my arms around him, silently agreeing.

“I should go slowly, but I need you.” His words sound pained as he kisses my neck and anywhere else he can reach with his mouth.

“I don’t want slow. I want you, Bastian.”

When he kisses me again, I gasp as his cock rubs against my clit. My legs fall open on their own, and my body is already making room for him. Bastian isn’t a small man anywhere, and I can feel just how big he is in this position. It should scare me, but in my heart I trust him, and I want all that comes with it.

“I want you too, Bunny. Too damn much.” He reaches between us and presses his cock to my opening. “You’re so wet.” I bite my lip, wondering if that’s normal. “You have no idea how much I love it.”

His words reassure me and make me relax as he pushes the head of his cock into me. I feel myself clench around him, and he’s right. I’m soaked.

“There’s no going back,” he says, and I don’t know if that’s a warning or a promise.

“I don’t want to go back. I came here to move forward with my life, and I’m happy you’ll be my first.” He leans down, and his lips brush against mine.

“Your only,” he says before he kisses me so thoroughly that I can’t respond.

The moment his tongue touches mine, he thrusts all the way inside. The sharp pain has me frozen, but Bastian never stops kissing me, and soon the pain starts to fade. All I can feel after that initial zing is a fullness that makes me whole. I start to kiss him back as desire builds, and soon enough I’m ready for more.

“Bastian,” I moan when he pulls out, and then I take all of him as he thrusts back in. The movement and connection wash away anything else and he’s the only thing in my world.

“Damn tight, Bunny,” he grits out, and I lift my hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The pleasure becomes like a volcano and soon I’m going to erupt. Bastian is fighting for control and seeing him so strained turns me on. Neither of us seems to want this to be over too soon, but the finish line is fast approaching.

“You gotta cum with me,” he says, and I whimper because I’m so close.

His hand slips between us and goes to my clit, and with a few strokes of his fingers I follow him into paradise. I cry out as the orgasm ignites in me and Bastian groans my name. There’s a primal clench when I feel his release spill and part of me feels claimed. The pulse of his cock causes my body to react in ways I didn’t know were possible.

As the last of my climax fades, every muscle relaxes under him. I close my eyes and feel the happy smile tug at my lips as I realize that I’m truly sated in the most delicious way.

Bastian rolls us over, and his cock slips free as he pulls me against him. When I feel him tossing a blanket over both of us, he buries his face in my neck and I start to fall asleep. My body is more relaxed than it’s ever been, and just as I’m about to drift off I feel his muscles turn to stone.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I didn’t use protection.”

It should freak me out, because he’s right, we didn’t, but for some reason it doesn’t. I think I’m bothered by him freaking out more than anything, but I’m too tired to care. Without giving it another thought, I let sleep take me under.

Hours later I jerk awake, and the night before comes flooding back. The sweet ache between my legs is a reminder of what we did. Even if last night turns out to only be a fling, I don’t regret a single thing we did, and Bastian took care of me and made sure the experience was about my pleasure.

As quietly as I can, I get up from the bed and find some of my clothes as I go. I get dressed quickly in the living room then grab my bag and see the time. I should have more than enough time to get home and get ready for work as long as I hurry.

In the taxi on the way home, I think back to his comment about us not using protection. It never crossed my mind until he brought it up, but the chance of anything happening has to be slim. It was only the one time, but what if? Would he be upset if I got pregnant? We barely know each other, and I roll my eyes because I’m getting way ahead of myself.

When I open my front door, Avery is standing there with a smirk on his face. “Oh look, someone is doing the walk of shame,” he teases me.

“There’s no shame here.” I wink at him, making him laugh.

“Good.” He holds up his hand, and I give him a high five before I head to my room so I can get ready for work.

I don’t want to wash away the smell of Bastian, but maybe he’ll put it back on me tonight if he asks me to come over again. I tell myself I’m not going to be clingy as I blow dry my hair and get ready for work.

I’m going to play it cool. I can totally be cool. I imagine the sound of Juno laughing, as if she were here to hear me say it.

When I walk into the living room, there’s a pounding on the front door.

“Who’s knocking like a fucking cop?” Avery asks, walking over to the front door and pulling it open.

“Who the fuck are you?” I hear Bastian’s voice boom from the doorway.

“I think this one is yours,” Avery says, his tone dry and not at all upset.

“Hi.” I wave to Bastian, who is glaring at Avery. I get that this might look bad because Avery is only in a pair of sweatpants, and he’s also a model.

“I’m the roommate, bro. Cool it. Besides, she's not my type. But if you play your cards right, you might be.”

Bastian's face turns from angry to surprised. “Sorry, but I’m taken,” he answers and turns his sights on me.

“The good ones always are.” Avery winks at me before heading back to his room to leave us alone.

“You snuck out.” Bastian says it like an accusation.

“I came home to get ready for work.” I motion to my clothes. The more I take Bastian in, the more I can tell he got ready in a hurry.

“You came straight here?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“And you’re heading straight to work? No stops?”

“What is with the weird questions?” I ask as he walks toward me and wraps me in his arms.

“I didn't use protection last night.” I nod because he already said this. “I thought maybe you went to get the morning-after pill or something.” My stomach tightens. Is he going to push for me to get one now?

“No. I came straight home.”

“Thank god,” he says, surprising the hell out of me.

Before I can say anything else, he’s kissing me until the only thought swimming in my head is whether what I feel for Bastian might be love.