Laura
The stupid,smug smile, dimple popping son of a bitch had left me high and dry. Literally left me with my titties out and an undeniable need between my legs. It just went to prove my point. Army guys were trouble. I should have remembered my own rules and stayed well clear, but no, I had to go panting after him like every other desperate woman in this town.
Swearing like a sailor, I slammed the mug down onto the countertop. I was so worked up, so angry that I couldn’t even sit down. Sleeping was out of the question, even though I was exhausted. Why did I have to be like every other woman and fall for one of their charms? They weren’t the kind of men you could rely on. With men like Oz, the job would always come first.
I didn’t even know why I was angry. It wasn’t like I expected anything from him but a good time. I didn’t want a relationship. Not with a man like him. All I had wanted was to have a little fun, and all I wanted now was to get a bottle of wine and take the edge off the case of blue clit he had left me with.
Not caring that I was in my PJs, I grabbed up my still wet coat and slipped it on. It was getting late. I could risk slipping out and down to the shop in my bed attire without being seen. Usually, I wouldn’t waste my hard-earned money on a bottle, but after the night I’d had, I reckoned I deserved it.
Swinging open the door, I came face to face with Oz. His hand was raised like he had been about to knock on my door. My eyebrows slammed down at seeing him. Did he think he could just waltz back into my home like he hadn’t just ditched me two hours earlier?
Shock registered on his face at finding me with my coat on. He didn’t even try to hide it. “Where are you going?” His eyes swept down my body. “Actually, I don’t care.” He was on me in a second. Lifting me half off my feet, he crushed his much bigger body to mine. His lips on mine weren’t sweet and tender, they were rough, almost desperate in their need.
He shuffled us backwards before I could say a word. I stumbled over my own feet and would have gone down if he hadn't righted me. Using both massive hands, he scooped me up, lifting me off the ground so our mouths were level. Kicking the door shut behind him, he walked purposefully towards the bed.
I squeaked as he let me fall, bouncing into the middle of my dishevelled quilt. Every part of me was telling me to get up. That I should yell and scream at him, demand to know what his deal was. But I couldn’t do anything but stare up at him, lust making my vision cloudy as he dragged his t-shirt up over his body with one hand. It was a move that men around the world had mastered. And God above it was hot.
Oz didn’t preen though, the shirt discarded he climbed up my body. He was like a predator. And I was more than ok with being his prey. Every angry thought I’d had vanished. Who cared if I was no better than every other squaddie loving woman in this town? None of that mattered when he looked at me like he was.
His lips brushed over mine, drinking me in like I was his favourite tipple. “I told you I would be back,” he murmured against my lips. “Where were you going?” Pulling me upright, he slipped the still wet jacket down my arms.
“Out.” I barely managed that one word. My whole body felt like it was being electrocuted.
“Out.” He nipped at my earlobe, dragging it between his teeth almost angrily. “Alone, at this time of night, dressed for bed?” Both of his hands came up between us, cupping my breasts until I had no choice but to moan loudly. “That’s not ok, Laura.” His lips left mine, and I felt their loss instantly. But I didn’t have to worry. Oz settled himself between my thighs. His deft fingers hooking into the waistband of my cartoon covered PJ bottoms. “Up.” He pulled them down, urging me to lift my hips so he could pull them free of my legs.
I did what he ordered, not because it was a good idea, but because I wanted this. I had wanted it from the moment he first appeared in the restaurant. I just hadn’t been able to admit it to myself. There was something about him that drew me in.
Oz lifted my legs, placing each one slowly and deliberately over his shoulders. And the entire time, his eyes didn’t leave my face. “Why would you think that’s ok? That I would be happy with you putting yourself in danger like that?”
I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t in any danger, but something kept my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.
His hand flat on my stomach, Oz lowered his face between my thighs. A growling rumbling sound filled my tiny apartment that was drowned out when I cried out. The tip of Oz’s tongue parted me, licking me from ass to clit in one long line.
Thoughts were next to impossible, words even more so as he did it again. There was nothing but him.
“You’re mine, Laura.” I thought I heard him murmur against my most intimate flesh. “You won’t put yourself in danger.” He said something else, but it didn’t register in my brain as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
I clutched at him, tangling my fingers into his dark hair, and my hips moved on their own, riding against his face with my rising need. Normally I would have been ashamed by my behaviour, but with Oz, it was different. There was no embarrassment.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was thick with lust. “Take what you need. Fuck.” He swore softly. “Fuck, Laura, you taste so damn sweet. Like peaches and cream. I need…”
I knew what he was about to say without him having to finish the sentence. I knew because I needed exactly what he did.
“Oz, please.” Gripping his hair, I tried to pull him away from me.
His eyes flashed, a too bright golden colour that wasn’t natural. “Not yet, Laura.” His voice was more growl than human voice. “Not until I’ve made you soak my face with your juices. I need to taste you. All of you.”
I blinked at him in confusion. The voice, the eyes. There was something decidedly otherworldly about them. Like I was looking at an animal and not a man.
“Come, love, stop holding on and just let yourself go.”
I wanted to, desperately, but…
Oz slipped one finger inside of me, testing my tightness and at that moment he suctioned over my clit. His teeth scraped as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“I need to be inside of you.” Pulling away, his finger moved furiously inside of me, working its way in and out. “Come, Laura.” With his free hand, he slapped straight over my clit. “Come now.”
