Surrounded by Pleasure (13 page)

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

He might’ve stopped her descent, but he didn’t
incapacitate her completely. She bit his belly, then laved the mark as she
turned her gaze up to meet his. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

His swift intake of breath was confirmation she was on
the right track. He wanted her, but he’d felt he didn’t deserve her. Total
nonsense. Toby was a good man. Krista understood he had a feral side, and she accepted
it came with the total package that made up the man she loved. The fact that
he’d been resisting her swelled her heart because
his
heart was in the right place even if his head wasn’t.

His eyes searched hers, but when he didn’t say anything
or loosen his grip, she continued. “Do you not like it when I touch you like that?”
She knew he did, but she needed him to confront his demons.

“I-I.” He cleared his throat, shutting his eyes. “I love
it,” he breathed.

“Me, too.” She went back to kissing his belly and tried
to move lower, but his grip held her tightly in place. “Toby, I want this. You
want this. Stop fighting it.”

On a groan he relaxed only marginally, but it was enough
to provide her the leeway she needed. She kissed and licked a path to his
growing cock—not completely erect, but getting there. Her tongue slipped out
and licked the dry head, and not only did his cock jerk, his whole body did.
Within seconds he was fully engorged.

She ran her tongue down his shaft and gently tongued his
balls. Toby was tense as he emitted small sounds and fisted the sheet. She
smiled as she drew one of his balls into her mouth. Her lover was fighting it.
Oh, she’d make sure he gave in. She was up to this challenge. She sucked his
sac, drawing in the other, and Toby’s already stiff thighs turned to steel.

She released his balls and licked up his shaft. Hmm, the
head was no longer dry. He’d started leaking already. Toby might have been
trying to fight his libido, but his body had different ideas. She sucked the
plum-shaped head into her mouth, moaning as the salty taste of him landed on her
tongue, and a deep guttural groan rumbled through Toby’s chest.

Eager for more, she tongued the slit, trying to coax more
out of him. God, she missed tasting him like this. It’d been too long since
she’d had him in her mouth. She forgot about her seduction and lost herself in
the man she loved. She engulfed him, sucking him to the root, and his hips shot
off the bed. She sucked him hard as she reached down with one hand to play with
his balls while using the other to stroke him with a rhythm that complemented
her oral assault.

She didn’t let up. She sucked, licked, and nipped at his
cock as it throbbed in her mouth, and the sounds Toby was making were getting
louder. As she bobbed on his cock, she felt his hand slip into her hair, and
she felt a giddy thrill that he was finally allowing himself to enjoy what was
happening. But as soon as his hand touched her head, it was gone, fisting into
the sheet again.

As she worked his cock, Krista considered stopping before
he came, forcing him to suffer or fuck her. But she immediately rejected that
idea because knowing the Toby of late, he’d take the pain and suffering over
pleasure. She quickly thought about her options as she slowed, settling on one
that’d get him touching her and hopefully propel him into initiating sex. She
moved, letting his cock slip from her mouth, but not straying away. She licked
where his leg met his groin and nibbled gently. She heard Toby breathing heavy
but felt his body relaxing a little. Did her lover boy think she was finished?
Ha!

She shifted, moving her legs to the other side of him as
she licked along his shaft. Then she crawled, backing toward him and slinging
her leg over his chest, putting her pussy just above his face. He snatched her
thighs as his breath caught, but she took his cock back into her mouth and the
breath he released was strangled.

She sucked him off, her hips undulating, enticing him to
taste her. As she rocked above him, she’d worked her way closer to his mouth,
his hot breath bathing her core. So close. God, she was so close to
experiencing another orgasm from Toby’s ministrations. She ached to feel him
again.

She released his cock and dug her head into his thigh.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Toby. I need you.” She bit his rock-hard thigh,
the sexual frustration becoming overwhelming. He hissed and bucked against her,
his dick hitting her chin. She started to turn to bring him back into her mouth
when she felt his hot, wet tongue on her outer lips. She gasped. “Yes.”

His hands slid up her thighs and caressed her ass as he
pulled her closer. When his tongue buried into her folds, they both groaned.

Krista took Toby’s cock to the back of her throat and
swallowed against him like he’d taught her. He’d been such a patient and
skillful lover during her time here, and she’d loved every minute of it. Even
if he’d questioned it himself.

When she swallowed him, he gripped her ass tighter,
spreading her cheeks and licking her everywhere. She was on a hair trigger, her
orgasm building much faster than she’d anticipated. Oh, God, she couldn’t come
first. If she did, he might put a stop to this and not allow himself the same
pleasure. She doubled her effort, jacking him off and sucking him with ruthless
abandon. She felt him swell inside her mouth and his body tremble beneath hers.
He moaned against her, and that sensation damn near sent her flying over the
edge. At least he was close because she didn’t know how much longer she’d last.

He bent his knees and thrust up as he started fucking her
mouth while he stabbed his tongue into her pussy. He’d finally let go enough of
his unfounded guilt to embrace her fully, if only physically—but it was a vast
improvement. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, and he pulled it out and
pushed a finger inside her. His lips surrounded her clit, and she knew she was
a goner. With the first suck, she exploded, screaming around his cock as she
sucked him hard and bucked against his face. The hand holding one of her ass
cheeks held her still as he apparently lost himself in giving her pleasure,
groaning as he ate her, drawing out her orgasm as long as he could.

In the back of Krista’s mind she knew she’d feel defeated
when she came down off this high because Toby hadn’t come.

But just as that thought crossed her lust-hazy mind, his
thrusts turned frantic just before his hips snapped up and stilled, a loud,
agonized groan splitting the air as the first stream of his release shot down
her throat.

She’d been coming down from her own orgasm as Toby
reached his, but his taste and mindless ministrations propelled her into
another one, her pussy clenching around two fingers now as she drank from him.

Some long moments later, she slumped against him and he
went lax beneath her. He caressed her leg, kissing her inner thigh. Seizing the
moment, she turned around to face him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He rested his forehead against hers and held her close.
“I’m sorry for everything. How I’ve been acting. For what happened that night—”

“Shhh.” She shook her head, placing a finger over his
lips. “Enough. I’m willing to agree to disagree on that if you’d just let it
go. I don’t want to spend the next two days living with this wall between us.”

He sighed, nodding his head. “I just never expected to
fall, er, feel this strongly for you. You deserve to be cherished and coddled,
not manhandled.” When she frowned at him he smiled. “Okay, okay. Letting it go
now.”

She smirked. “Good. Then I want you to do something for
me.”

“Name it,” he murmured as he kissed her temple.

“Make love to me.”

“Mmm, I think I can handle that.” His lips traced a path
to her mouth, taking it with a gentle, but thorough, kiss. And she opened for
him, just as she knew she would always do. They kissed and held each other,
exploring their mouths with their tongues, their bodies with their hands.

When Toby deepened the kiss, he rolled her beneath him,
the weight of his body grounding her as her emotions soared. He settled between
her legs and touched her everywhere he could reach as he kissed her jaw, her
neck, her shoulder, her breasts.

When he was hard again and she was writhing beneath him,
he pulled away and fumbled with the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a
condom and rolled it on. Once he was prepared to take her, he kissed her
briefly as he shifted into position. Then he pulled back and watched her eyes
as his cock pressed into her. He clutched her hands, pulling them beside her
head and twining their fingers together, all the while watching her eyes. He
was making love to her so tenderly that Krista felt tears burn her eyes, but she
quickly blinked them away. She didn’t want him to misunderstand and stop.

They both groaned once he was fully seated within her,
and he only hesitated a few seconds before he started fucking her with long,
slow strokes. He pinned her with his heated gaze. They made love this way,
watching each other, for what felt like hours, but she had no idea how much
time had passed. Everything had blurred away except for the man holding her.

She’d never felt this close to him before, his feelings
so raw in his eyes, and she was sure her emotions were clear to him, too. She
wanted to tell him she loved him. It felt right, but she didn’t want to chance
ruining this perfect moment. She knew he had feelings for her—he all but
confessed that just a while ago—but she also knew she was leaving him. No, she
wouldn’t tell him. She’d love him with her heart and her body, but keep the
words to herself.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. She groaned,
shutting her eyes for the first time as his cock hit her sweet spot inside and
raked over the little bundle of nerves. He did it again, and she gasped. “Open
your eyes. I wanna watch you come. Please, baby.”

She did, and he hit it again. She exploded around him,
grabbing his shoulders and opening her mouth on a silent scream as she kept her
eyes glued to his. He thrust a little faster, then stilled, groaning with his
gaze still locked onto hers.

After they came, they held each other and made love again,
continuing the pattern several times throughout the night.

And Krista wondered how she’d ever find the strength to
walk away from him.

* * * *

Over the past two days, Toby and Krista had been inseparable.
Even during the workday. Mikaela had closed on the purchase of the Caldwell
Tree Farm and didn’t need Krista in the office. Toby’s father and brothers
understood his need to spend every second with Krista, so they hadn’t pressured
him into working either. Toby knew the clock was ticking, but he did his best
to embrace Krista while he had her and not think the ugly thoughts about her
boyfriend that’d instigated his rough taking of her a couple of weeks ago.

Happy thoughts. He’d tried to force himself to have only happy
thoughts, putting most of his energy on creating pleasant memories with her to
sustain him for the rest of his life. He’d remembered wondering if somehow Josh
just knew Mikaela was his mate when he’d first been with her, and now Toby
understood. His lion understood.

Krista was his mate; as unavailable as she was, she was
still the only woman for him. He also got a new understanding of why his dad
had never tried finding another woman after Toby’s mother had died. It seemed
so obvious to him now. Once one of their kind found his mate, that was it.
There were no second chances with a runner-up.

Even though Toby had tried his best to be happy, no
matter how strong of a front he’d put up, he still went through the emotions of
grief because he was losing his one true love. He’d considered confessing his
feelings and hoping she felt the same way for him, but then he knew he couldn’t
risk her life like that if she wavered with indecision. And he couldn’t take
the heartache if she reasserted her feelings for her boyfriend. So, while he’d
enjoyed every moment with her externally, he’d grieved silently.

Now he was at the acceptance stage of his grief because
there was no other choice but to accept what had to happen.

He stayed lost in his thoughts as he helped Krista pack,
and he felt numb, the pain deadening all feeling in his skin. Krista walked
with him on each trip out to Mikaela’s truck. She’d tried carrying some of her
bags, but he begged her off, feigning a silly macho act he didn’t really feel.
When in reality he was dragging each second, stretching each minute with her.

With the last bag loaded, Josh stood by the driver side
saying good-bye to his wife, and Toby stood around staring at Krista.

“I will never forget you,” he whispered.

She blinked, her eyes tearing up, and he had to keep
himself from grabbing his chest to assuage the ache there.

“Me, too.”

“You touched my life, Krista. I—”
Shit
, he would not tell her he loved her. He would not do that to
her. He took a deep breath and caressed her arms. “I’m going to miss you.”

Her breath caught as a tear slid down her cheek. He
reached up and brushed it away before leaning in and kissing her softly. She
wrapped her arms around him, held him tightly, and he drank her in. One last
time.