Confessions of a Wanton

13 Rambo knows what you did

🎶Sex on Fire : Kings of Leon🎶

"I don't care." I stated, turning to hold his face in my hands. Looking him in the eyes. "I don't believe that you're not good." I shift my body slightly, taking some of my weight off him, as I lean in closer. He looks dubious.

"How did you know?" I ask quietly.

"You smelled like him. I knew the moment I saw you climbing off your bike in the dark." He moved a lock of hair out of my face. My braid a mess. "You move like one of us. Now you smell like me. Mine."

"Smell...? What the fuck?! One of-what?" I look up, not sure what to make of this. I felt tingly when he'd said mine. My heart doing a small flip at the thought. Belonging.

He ran a hand through his hair. Over his face, scratching the short beard forming. He looked more rugged, more dangerous.

He smelled male, an alpha scent that screamed for me to submit to his every whim. I can feel myself getting wet. Not the damn time. Down girl.

He laughed suddenly. Staring down at me. He dipped his head, kissing my forehead before dislodging himself with a groan and standing up. I felt cold. Lonely without his presence even though he's inches away from me.

"I need to eat. Breakfast was delicious, but I need a little more sustenance to survive." He stated, winking down at me before walking to my fridge.

I watched his muscles bunch as he walked. Sex on legs. The smell of last night's burritos hit my nose, as he unwrapped one, shoving it into his mouth with a moan.

I'm suddenly famished.

I grab my water bottle, gingerly standing up myself, the ache in my body had receded, but my head hurt from crying, I felt spent and my stomach is in knots. The kind you get after using up too much energy. I need fuel too.

He'd had me for breakfast.

I flushed.

I hadn't washed from our activities and it all had dried on my skin, leaving trails on my body that flaked a little as I walked. I'm afraid to shower though, afraid he'll leave while I'm in there and I'll never see him again and hating myself for feeing that way. When I reach the counter, i look down at the towel he'd used to clean himself.

"Bambi will never be the same." Shaking my head slightly with a small smile. I really liked that one. He looked over at the towel with a snort.

"He never saw me coming."

The pun is so ridiculous I snorted, following his lead while throwing my head back as I laugh. I look back at him, seeing his eyes glazing slightly. Burrito half way to his mouth again. I am naked, laughing makes my breasts bounce. Kryptonite to men. An idea forms.

I smile slightly sauntering up to him, gracefully dancing to him, suggestive, inviting. He'll never see it coming.

I reach him, leaning close, I put my hand lightly on his stomach. Watching as his cock shoots straight up at my gentle caress. His eyes flutter closed, head tilting back slightly as I brush my hand over the tip of him, before striking.

I snatch the rest of his burrito from his hand, shoving a bite into my mouth as I turn to run like hell. The excitement of what I'd done short lived as I don't even make it a step out of the kitchen before he's on me.

I swallow the bite I'd taken quickly, mostly unchewed. Almost getting it stuck in my throat, as his arm snaked around my waist pulling my back flush against him, my free arm trapped as I try to hold the burrito far away from him.

He's hard against my ass and grinds against me. Causing me to moan. I bite it off though, shoving more of the delicious burrito into my mouth. Before moving it out of his reach.

He chuckles, snatching my wrist and bringing the burrito up to his face. I should have known better, I'm not tiny but this mans reach far surpasses mine. I chew, narrowing my eyes as he licks my wrist , right under the burrito.

I contemplate dropping it on his face, but then neither of us would have it if it made it to the floor. Though I'd definitely lick it off his face if he'd let me. I swallowed reluctantly. Not wanting the taste out of my mouth.

"Didn't think you'd get away with it did you?" He nipped my wrist slightly, drawing blood. I gasp. I didn't know his teeth were that sharp.

His tongue leaves a small trail of wetness, licking over the small cut, making me shiver, making me wetter than I was before. I clench my legs together, wondering if he could smell that too.

His eyes locked with mine, eyes darkening with a knowing look. He can smell me.

The thought made my situation even worse. I'm shivering with desire. Wanting him in me. Now. I want to be bent over the counter while he thrusts up into me. Screaming his name as I come.

His smirk tells me he knows that too.

"This," he shook my wrist holding the burrito slightly, not enough for me to drop it, "and this," he squeezed the arm barring my escape slightly, tucking my body against him possessively. Leaning down so his breath fans my neck right over the spot on my neck that still aches.

"Mine." He bit down.

I came violently. Legs giving out, scream piercing the air as stars blurred my vision. Head thrown back against him. I'd be a panting mess on the floor if he didn't have a hold on me.

I felt my other hand move as he brought the burrito back to his face. He took a bite of the burrito, grazing my finger with his teeth, sending an aftershock coursing through me. Too soon after the first. I damn near pass out from the pleasure.

When I'm finally able to focus again, the burrito is finished and he's licking my fingers clean. Delicately.

"Don't tease me like that again sugar-tits." He whispered in my ear letting go of my wrist. He lifted me up, before bending me over the counter. One hand on my lower back holding me down. The other fisting in my hair. The surface, cold on my nipples sending goosebumps across my skin. The edge biting into my hips as Damien stands behind me.

I lift my eyes to see Rambo, still, as if watching us. Damn. Even the fish is horny.

"And if you want me to feed you..." He used his knees to spread my dangling legs. I gripped the other side of the counter for support, knowing what came next, anticipation seeping between my thighs as he rubbed himself against me. I moaned. Unable to move, not wanting to. Needing to feel him, filling me.

"Just ask." He thrust into me. Rendering me speechless.

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