Her Chosen Mate: A Quarantine Romance (Venus Quarantine Initiative Book 1) Page 5

  Her brow furrows as she blinks down at me.

  I take her hand and press the pads of her fingers against her clit.

  “Rub yourself while I eat your sweet cunt,” I instruct.

  I dive my tongue into her entrance as she watches. It takes her a bit before her fingers start to dance, exploring her sex slowly at first, her speed growing with confidence.

  I moan as her juices coat my face and beard. There’s no way she could know just how much of a turn-on this is for me. How my cock is throbbing painfully because it wants to fuck her so badly.

  She starts to moan, her fingers quickening. Her flavor changes, growing stronger as her orgasm explodes over my tongue.

  I can’t get enough of her.

  When she’s done, she brings her hand to my cheek and whimpers, “I need you inside of me.”

  God, this fucking woman.

  My cock is dripping with precum, and I waste no time pulling it out and bringing it to her entrance.

  She looks at me with lust-laced eyes, a dazed expression on her face.

  I kiss her full on the mouth, wanting her to smell and taste her lush cunt, so she understands how mad it drives me.

  “Please,” she whines.

  I breach her core with my throbbing member, relishing her tight, warm canal as it flexes around my shaft.

  Her body tenses beneath mine, a husky moan escaping her throat.

  There’s no point in being a gentleman, and I doubt she wants me to be. I slam into her as she cries out beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

  She pulls my face to hers, rubbing hers against mine before kissing me full on the mouth.

  She enjoys the scent of her sex on me. By god, it would be a sexy thing to have her suck herself off my cock. Part of me believes she’d rather enjoy that, especially with how frantically she’s kissing and licking my face.

  After a blissful rush, I spill my seed into her, grunting as I push as far in as I can, relishing our connection.

  Once my orgasm subsides, I take a long, deep breath, holding it in until my lungs burn.

  Fuck, this woman does it for me.

  “Thank you,” she chirps out.

  I snort with laughter. “A lady should never thank a man for his sinful pursuits.”

  Her lips curl into a smile. “You really…make me feel good.”

  I brush her hair away from her eyes. “Honey, I still can’t believe no one’s ever fucked you right.”

  “The last thing anyone was doing in my town was enjoying themselves.” Her lips downtick into a frown. “But I mean, it turned out alright, I guess. Because look who I ended up with.”

  A knot forms in my chest. I barely manage to swallow, I feel so suddenly claustrophobic. I release Eva from my arms, backing away slightly, hoping to undo the damage I’ve done by getting so close with her. So intimate.

  Her face registers confusion, then sadness immediately after. As much as I like this girl, or rather, because I like this girl, I can’t lead her on. Not in that way.

  She hops off the table and walks back into the kitchen without a word, and I go back to the long list of chores Venus gave to me, figuring it’s better to be buried in labor than buried in her.

  Chapter Nine

  Eva

  Life on the homestead is different than I had imagined, in ways that are wonderful but also terrible.

  Colton takes me every day, sometimes two or three times, but afterward, he busies himself, refusing to spend more than a minute alone with me.

  He sleeps in the big, oversized chair. I don’t know what he’d do if Venus took it away, but I’m certain he’d rather lay in the straw with the chickens than beside me on the bed.

  About two weeks in, I woke up to a gush of blood, telling me I was not pregnant. It sent me into a panic, waking Colton from his slumber.

  He rushed to me, looking me over to make sure I was okay, and when he figured out what made me so upset, he took me into his arms and held me close, whispering sweetness into my ears.

  He assured me that it takes time to get pregnant, and Venus could hardly hold it against me.

  Everything he said had made sense, and I couldn’t help but notice the tenderness in his voice.

  But I knew better than to look too far into it, because after I had been calmed, he got me a glass of water and resumed his position in the chair.

  My womanly situation didn’t abate his desire for me, though, despite the fact that it was unlikely I’d get pregnant from our coupling. He wanted me just as badly as he did every other day, taking me hard whenever he wanted.

  Because I would never deny him.

  I hear the door slam, and I look over to see Colton headed to get himself a glass of water. He’s shirtless, sweat dripping down his taut muscles. God, his body is perfect.

  Usually, I get him his glass, though I’ve been slipping lately. Why bother if it never changes his behavior? His indifference.

  “How was your day?” I ask politely.

  “Full of work,” he returns, as he always does.

  It’s been two months since we’ve met, without a word from Venus, so I figure they’re pleased with how things have progressed.

  At least they are.

  “You’re late with lunch,” he says, glancing at the empty table.

  “Nope. Just thought we needed a change of scenery.” I hold up a picnic basket.

  He grumbles a bit but doesn’t complain.

  “I was hoping you could row me out to the middle of the pond, and we could enjoy lunch there.”

  “The pond? If you could even call it that.”

  At its center, it’s fifty feet from land, making it small, but every time I look at it, I can’t help but feel romantic.

  “I’ve never been on a boat before,” I say, knowing that he’ll easily cave to my demands.

  “Alright then.”

  We walk out to the boat, and I get inside as he pushes it into the water. He hops in and rows us to the center as I unpack our lunch.

  Simple sandwiches, dates, hunks of cheese, and honeyed crackers for dessert, all provided by the fruits of the homestead. With it, we drink cups of wine reserved for special occasions.

  Even Colton seems to relax a little, taking big breaths of fresh air into his lungs.

  “I know the pond is small,” I say, “but it’s so serene. I grew up in a small factory town surrounded by cement. Maybe I saw something like this on TV from time to time, but it was never a part of my reality. Until now.”

  “This reminds me a lot of my grandma’s farm,” Colton returns. “Used to take my bike out and jump the hay bales.”

  “Why am I not surprised you had a bike?”

  “It was the bane of my mother, but she knew she couldn’t tame me.”

  “So you’ve always been your own master?”

  His face grows serious, his eyes squeezing shut as though to hold back tears.

  It suddenly occurs to me that he may have had a wife, children even.

  “My baby sister really had me wrapped around her little finger. She’s the one that could get me to do anything.”

  “Oh…”

  “My dad left my ma, and got some bitch pregnant, started a new family because he was a piece of shit. I wanted so badly to hate my sis, but she had other plans.”

  I smile at the revelation. It’s not often that he’s forward with any part of his life before coming here.

  “You have any siblings?” he asks.

  “No. It was just me and my mom for the longest time.”

  “I hear ya.”

  “Were you ever married?” I ask, feeling bold.

  He shakes his head. “Lots of girlfriends, but they all gave me too much hell to wanna settle down. There were a few though…they almost had me.”

  Part of me feels relieved that there isn’t some woman he still pines for, but there’s a deeper logic that’s worrisome: he doesn’t care to settle down. He likes being single, which means being attached to me, on some
level, must be torture.

  “You would have been real popular in my high school,” Colton says.

  My brow draws inward. “Me?”

  “Yeah, you’re a sweet girl, and you’re so damn pretty.”

  I feel myself bloom in light of his compliment.

  “You coulda been prom queen, given the chance.”

  “Instead, I worked three jobs, trying to keep my life from falling apart. But I had to because my mom was too sick…” My voice gives out mid-sentence, but I decide I’ve said enough on it.

  “A lot of people would have just run away from those responsibilities. You’re a good girl.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Venus chose right,” he says. “You’re going to be a great mother.”

  I smile brightly, glad to be on to lighter topics.

  “About that…” I raise my skirt over my hips and spread my legs for him, revealing I’m not wearing underwear. I know how much he likes it when I’m forward.

  He licks his lips as he gazes at me with half-lidded eyes.

  “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he grumbles as though he’d prefer me not to be.

  He slides to the floor of the boat, bringing his lips to my sex, planting a series of wild kisses that make me melt.

  I press his face against me and buck gently upward.

  He moans seductively and quickens his strokes, sending me surging toward my release, and when I peak, I do so with abandon, trusting him completely.

  He kisses my thighs before sitting up into a kneeling position to undo the buckle of his pants. Instead of watching him like I usually do, I bring my hands to his waist to help.

  I fumble, but he pulls his hands away, allowing me to undress him. In all the times we’ve been together, he’s always been the one to lead, but I’m thirsty for a bit of control.

  After I undo his buckle and the button of his pants, I slide them and his boxers down, pulling out his enormous cock.

  His breath hitches in his throat, but he doesn’t push me to continue. He just watches me with trepidation.

  “Can you sit?” I ask, then immediately regret not making it a command.

  He complies, and I take a kneeling position in front of him.

  “I want to see your tits,” he rasps, and I undo the tie at my breasts.

  He pulls them from my dress, massaging them with his calloused hands. It sends my blood racing, and if I weren’t so hellbent on pleasing him, I’d beg him to eat me again.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.

  I nod, gazing at his veiny stock.

  He takes his pants fully off to grant me better access, but before I can move into position, he says, “I want you to fuck me first.”

  His request shocks me, but not in a bad way. He loves it when I lick my cum from his face and beard, and for whatever reason, it arouses some primal part of me. Why not suck myself off his cock?

  I straddle him, taking his length into me as he pumps from below. After a minute, he releases me, and I climb off to find his cock covered in my milky-white glaze.

  He loves pleasing me, so I figure this is his way of sharing his favorite part with me.

  And for some reason, I love it.

  I move into position and rake my nails up his thighs. Then I take his sticky member into my hand. A pearl of precum glistens from its head, white and shiny and begging to be tasted. I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking it between my lips.

  The erotic mixture of our fluids has me starving for more of him.

  Colton emits a guttural groan, his hand pressing against the back of my head gently. I take in an inch, sucking the bulging head and growing more confident as sensual moans escape his throat.

  I suck him in further, working my mouth up and down the top third of his member as his body tenses beneath me.

  “Use your hand, baby doll,” he rasps, then puts it into position at the base of his shaft.

  I try to coordinate my movements, but it takes some work, not that Colton minds.

  “Use more saliva,” he instructs, and I pucker my mouth, trying to produce more moisture.

  I fall into a rhythm, taking him in deeper, relishing his salty flavor. His hands grip my head, but I can tell he’s holding back for me. He’d never hurt me, despite keeping me at arm’s length.

  “Eva,” he pants, “you need to pull off.”

  The urgency in his voice nearly makes me obey, but something about having him so hot has me continuing and quickening my pace.

  “Eva!” he snaps.

  But I don’t let up.

  A moment later, his cocks spasms, unleashing a gush of fluid into my mouth.

  Everything about what I just did should disgust me, and yet, I find myself savoring him. His manly musk, his briny flavor, the way his muscles twitched in my mouth.

  I release his still-hard penis, gulping down his fluids.

  Colton tilts my chin up and gazes into my eyes with reverence. “Damn you. Look what you made me do.”

  I grin, basking in his offhanded compliment. “You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to gather the courage to try that.”

  He arches a brow. “Wish I woulda known that.”

  As he goes to grab his pants, I undo the tie at my hip and let my dress fall completely off.

  He blinks at me, twitching his mouth to the side. “You know, men need a little time to recover. I could please you just fine, but I wouldn’t expect much more if I were you.”

  I take his hand and pull him to the bottom of the rowboat. He complies, but when I circle my arms around him and lay my head on his chest, he stiffens.

  Tears well in my eyes, little drops of sorrow I’ll never let him see. This whole time, these past two months, what I’ve needed most is to be held by him.

  It’s the one thing he denies me.

  I press myself more firmly against him, letting him know that he’s going to have to force me off of him, and eventually, he relents, allowing his muscles to go soft underneath my cheek.

  His large hand caresses my head and drowsiness sets in. Making love to Colton exhausts me in the best way possible, and now, for the first time ever, I get to fall asleep in his arms.

  Colton

  Anger courses through my veins as I lie at the bottom of the rowboat, Eva nestled against my chest.

  It’s not fair to her or to me that this has happened. Venus, in their opportunistic meddling, has forced me into a position I’m not at all comfortable with.

  Lunch started off too good to be true, with food, wine, and Eva’s company. Of course, I got to pleasing her, as I’m wont to do, relishing in her every shuddering breath.

  Then, she got it in her head that she wanted to return the favor, and what hot-blooded male is going to say no to that?

  And holy fuck was is good. She could hardly be called skillful, but that was part of the charm. I could tell that as she grew more confident, she began to enjoy herself, going so far as to swallow my cum down with an audible gulp.

  She’s perfect. Every part of her. And that’s what makes this tragic.

  I imagine what it would be like having met her on the outside, at a gas station, the movies, a bar. Would she have looked twice at me? I am twelve years older than she is, but I keep myself in shape, and I’d like to think that she enjoys my body as I enjoy hers.

  But, I can’t change how we met, and we will forever be tainted. She knows the cruelty of the outside world, and the security Venus can offer her, that is, if she agrees to be with me.

  Our coupling will always be shadowed by this. How can I ever truly believe anything she says if there’s the threat of illness and dire poverty hanging over her head?

  The scent of her hair wafts to my nostrils, and I pull her in closer to me, not wanting to let her go.

  God, how could I have made such a careless mistake?

  I’m going to have to make a stronger effort to keep her at arm’s length. No more blow jobs. No more rowing out in the middle this glorifi
ed puddle. No more letting her fall asleep on my chest, no matter how good it feels.

  I just need to get her pregnant so I can be on my way. A man ain’t meant to be caged, no matter how pretty the view is.

  Chapter Ten

  Eva

  All good things must come to an end, and so had the honeymoon-stage of my relationship with Colton.

  If you could even call it that.

  My life has become a conveyer belt of dishes, farming, and sex. Day in, day out.

  At one point, I had reasoned that the price I had to pay for this idyllic life was small compared to the reward. I got to live on a clean homestead, eat three meals a day, and spend my life with a man that is respectful in character and skillful in bed.

  But after five months of cohabitation, I’m beginning to realize that my cozy cabin in the woods is beginning to feel a lot more like a lonely prison.

  Colton cares little, if anything, for me, and going through the motions of whatever fucked up relationship we’re supposed to be in is beginning to take its toll. Asking him how his day was is now painful, and lying underneath him as he fucks me, his eyes staring at a spot on the wall, is torture.

  I can’t believe I thought I loved this man.

  And that maybe I still do.

  For better or worse, everything is about to change.

  After hanging the clean linens on the clothesline, I make my way inside, finding Colton seated in his chair.

  Looking at him provokes feelings of longing and sorrow. Desires of what could have been, if only I had been what he wanted.

  I clean up a little, then decide I’ve put off the inevitable long enough. I approach him in his chair and shed my dress so I’m standing naked in front of him.

  His eyes drink me in, but his expression never changes. It rarely does now.

  Without a word, I straddle him, and he undoes the buckle of his pants, taking them down for me.

  There are no kisses between us. No warm smiles. Just cold stares that acknowledge our duty.

  When he finally grunts his release, instead of leaving as I normally would, I stay seated, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

  I’ve gone over it in my head half a hundred times, but it’s done little to prepare me for this moment.