UNSTOPPABLE (Siri's Saga Book 2) (23 page)

He grins and whispers. "Curious Thang, how do I what?"

"How do you feel down here?"

He looks surprised at my question. "What do you mean?" He furloughs his brow.

"You know. How do you
feel
down here?"

"Comfortable. Are you cold?" He asks with confused concern on his face.

"No! I’m not cold." I chuckle at him. "That’s not what I meant. I’m not asking how do you physically feel. I’m asking how do you feel inside being down here."

"I don’t know. How should I feel inside?" He is frowning now, totally confused by my question.

I look at him and can’t help but laugh.
He is clueless! But trying really hard to understand.
His eyes search mine for meaning. I look away, tipping my head and think.
Concise communication doesn’t always mean the fewest words, I guess. Concise also means comprehensive. Hmmm.
"How does being down here, where gladiators stood before going to battle to live or to die, make you feel? You know, inside." I touch my gut then my heart.

"Oh!" He chuckles now too. "I don’t feel anything inside being down here."

"Oh." I frown now a little disappointed. "Don’t you feel proud that you have Italian blood? Don’t you feel a kinship with the ancient warriors of Rome?"

His eyes are soft as he explains. "Of course, I’m proud of my Italian heritage, and of course, I feel a kinship with the ancient warriors of Rome, but they were not gladiators. The warriors of Rome were the Legions of Roman Soldiers that conquered their world."

My eyes light up. "Ah! Yes! I stand corrected."

The tour guide calls to us. "Come. Now. We must stay together." As we walk to join the group, Aurei tells me. "When Antonio and I were young we would pretend we were gladiators though. It’s hard to pretend you are part of a conquering army when there are only two of you."

I laugh. "Did you fight each other?"

"Yes. We had great battles."

"Weapons?"

"Of course, swords."

"Cool. Did you have shields too?"

"Oh yeah! We even had horses."

My eyes light up. "Horses? Did you have chariots?"

"No. No chariots. We would ride into our arena on our horses. Sometimes we battled with our swords on them. Sometimes we fought on the ground."

"That’s fly!"

"They got pretty elaborate when I started spending the summers here."

I look at him surprised. "Weren’t you 14 when you started staying the summers?"

"Yes. Why the shocked look?"

"Weren’t you a little old for pretend?"

He laughs. "We weren’t pretending by that time. We were training."

My face is even more surprised. "Training?"

"Shhh." He winks. We’ve caught up to the group and he listens attentively to the tour guide completely ignoring me.

I whisper loudly at him. "Don’t shush me! Explain training!" I see a trace of a smirk hovering around his mouth. "Aurei...."

"Shhh. Kitten Thang, it’s time to listen now."

I give him a low growl and he chuckles. "Where were the Tigers caged?" He speaks up and asks the tour guide.

"We will be visiting that area next." She smiles at him. "This way everyone."

I pinch him. "Very funny!"

He looks down and grins at me. "I’m def surprising you tonight."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

At the end of the tour, Aurei leads me off to the grass spectator area. I sit and he stands telling me more about the architectural details. I listen paying close attention.
I love this shit!
I study his face as he talks about the ancient lifestyle. I learn more from listening to him, than I learned in my college classes. All the while he talks, I can’t help but think about what he would look like in a Roman helmet. I try to envision it on him and how magnificent he would look. His thunderous piercing gaze coming from it. I grin up at him and he asks. "What?"

"I was just thinking how fucking ferocious you would look in a Roman Soldiers helmet."

He grins. "You weren’t listening?"

"I heard every glorious word, but the atmosphere here has my imagination visualizing how awesome you would have been in those times. I want to hear more about your training."

He laughs. "I’m not going to get away without explaining, am I?"

"Absofuckinglutely NO! You are not." I laugh with him.

"Antonio and I played Gladiators until we were 8. We would pretend and were careful at first, but then." He looks away. "He struck me too hard and I got pissed." He looks at me with a sheepish smile.

I wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. "And?" I encourage him.

He rolls his eyes. "And ... I beat the shit out of him."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I’m not proud of it, but he took a cheap shot because he was losing, and I punished him for it. When we went back to the house, he was covered in blood and I was clean. No one asked any questions. They took him in, cleaned him up, put ice on his bruises and told us to report to the arena for training the next day." He looks away again, thinking. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

I lay my hand inside his bicep. "I love this muscle. It’s so plump and round."

"Like your tits." He looks back at me and grins.

I bump him playfully. "Yeah. Something like that." He looks back out over the arena area. I lay my face on his shoulder and I caress his bicep. "The next day.... What happened?"

"We were told to bring our horses to the arena. When we got there, Augustus was waiting on us. He gave us a speech about our ancestry and the Roman Legions that conquered their world. I don’t remember everything he said, but he quoted Julius Caesar 'Divide et impera' which is latin for?" He asks me, not looking back.

"Divide and Conquer." I answer.

"He told us the Roman soldiers were dedicated and disciplined. They fought not for honor, but to win which gives you honor. He made a powerful compelling speech, then he told us if we agreed to the training, he would teach us horsemanship, long sword fighting, short sword and hand to hand combat. Neither of us hesitated. We both agreed, then he forbid us from fighting each other outside the arena. Inside we trained and fought each other, but knew we were working for each other, not against each other. We became like brothers. Antonio would die for me and I for him."

We are both quiet thinking for a few minutes.

"So when you got in fights at school?" I wait for his answer.

"I kicked everybody’s ass. Other than bloody knuckles, there was hardly ever a scratch on me when I was called into the Principal’s office to be suspended or expelled."

"You were already in training?"

"No. I didn’t need training to win fights. I needed training not to get in fights."

"Oh. You’re a bad ass then?"

"I don’t know about that, but I’m not afraid."

"Brutus is gonna like you."

He chuckles. "That would be a plus."

"Why were you fighting in school?"

"Ann was being bullied."

"Oh. You’ve been a hero your whole life, haven’t you?" I squeeze his bicep. The firm, softness and the warmth of it is comforting to me.
His skin is so smooth.
I open my kissed palm and run it down his forearm. The branded spot starts to tingle, shooting out shivers and I’m turned on again.
What this man does to me without even trying!
I turn my face to his back and kiss him. He rolls his hand over and I slide my fingers inside his. "Let’s find a quiet spot to explore. I’m feeling suddenly very needy."

His eyes touch mine. "Yes. Let’s." I see his need for the deep calm and peace we give each other. I know I have managed to get through a barrier he has had erected for who knows how long. There is a softness to his neediness and a loneliness. My heartaches for him.
He was so lonely.
I squeeze his hand.
I was too.
He pulls me to my feet and leads us back to the stadium walls where the partially enclosed box seats are. We find one on the end and he grips my ass as he pulls me against him then backs me into the corner. "So ... what if I told you I have a Roman Soldiers helmet." His lips touch mine.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I lean back and stare into his eyes.

"What does that do to you?" His face plays with mine.

"It makes me wet for you." I tell him as my eyes shine into his.

"What if I told you it has a red plume?"

"That makes my pussy drool for you!"

"Drooling pussy?" I feel his fingers inside my thighs. They start to tickle, teasing my skin with his strums and my tummy lurches hard.

"What if I told you it was gold plated?" His mouth tickles my ear, then he bites my earlobe and sucks it.

Fuck!
My knees are weak.
"That makes my pussy salivate for you!"

"Salivating pussy? Really?" His face moves across my cheek and I feel his breath. He leans away and I stare at his lips as his fingers start working upward. He slides them deep between my legs, then draws them out.

"What if I told you I have the whole leather uniform to match?"

"That makes the flood gates open."

He leans in. His cheek rubs mine and his whiskers scratch, then tickle my lips as he caresses my skin with his. His lips slowly nibble their way to mine, then they are kissing my lips with that soft, firm way that makes me melt. My breath hangs in my throat but his blows gently on my skin. When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, I feel his hand on my ass, sliding down to the hem of my skirt. I lose my breath all together when they curl up and slide between those cheeks. He nibbles my lips as his fingers strum. "Breathe, Baby Thang."

I whisper softly against his. "Who needs air when I have you."

His fingers dig deep with his grip as he grabs my ass and pulls me rough against him. My breath releases with the force and my hands grip his shirt at his chest. I clasp the material around my fingers and pull him tight to me. His lips attack mine, hard and rough. His tongue dives deep as if he searches for my wildness and I suck him down guiding him to it. His kiss consumes me and I am lost in him. We kiss like there is only this moment in time, like there is only each other. My body approaches orgasm from only his kiss, his tight grip of my ass and the feeling of his rock hard rod pressing against my Lovers Heart.

We hear a couple walk up talking and he lets me go. He tries to stand up straight, but I hold him close by his shirt. He grins that sexy sideways grin, then he hovers his face over mine as he listens to their conversation. He whispers. "And what if I told you there is a matching sword?"

"And shield?"

"And shield with a red cape."

I lose my breath again. "Sweet Zeus! Aurelius! That visual!" I close my eyes and he kisses them and my face. Sweet little butterfly kisses.

The couple meanders off. I hear their voices fading away as his fingers slide across my clit to my pussy then in her. He strums her with long full strokes, getting us both wet all over from my dripping juices. "Damn, you are soaked. I love that I make you flood like this." He tickles the edges, teasing me.

Like a cat, I latch myself to him as I hunch, trying to force his hand into my pussy, but his other hand pushes me off, denying contact.

My eyes bore into his. "Don’t tease me! I need you now."

"I know. I need you too." He tells me as he towers over me, letting go of me altogether as he unbuttons his pants. His cock springs out and he grabs my hips, controlling me as he takes a step to the wall. He pins me against it, preventing me from mounting him.

I growl and it sounds menacing to my own ears.

He pushes his rod between my legs. He strokes the length of my lips, massaging from my clit all the way to my ass. The feeling is pleasurable, but my soaked pussy is aching and demanding to be fucked. I unbutton the remaining buttons of his shirt. I reach in and up, hooking his broad back. I sink my fingernails in. "Fuck me!" I whisper loud onto his lips.

"My Sexy Kitten Thang has returned to me."

"Meow. HISS!"

His eyes are laughing at me. "Here?"

"Yes! Here! Now!"

"But someone might see."

"I’ll take that chance! Fuck me!" His cock thumps me and my eyes roll back in my head.

"What if I won’t? Take that chance."

I shake my head. "It won’t take me long to get off."

He chuckles. "Right now, we just look like we are making out. But if I penetrate you, it will be obvious we are fucking."

"I don’t care!"

"I do."

"Then stop!" I start to squirm.

"I like it when you squirm."

I bite his lip and squirm against him. I hear his throat hum as he dips his knees slightly and hunches me. His Golden Rod finds my honey hole, and slips right in. His thrust parts my legs. I cross them at the ankles and sit them on his ass. "AH!" I moan. "That’s good. Thank you."

He chuckles. "You know I can’t resist you."

"Now what are we going to do?" I ask him.

"I’m going to fuck you. You are going to keep watch for spying eyes. We are going to appear as casual as possible."

I put my hands on his shoulders, pull myself up so I can see out of the cubicle. I criss cross them behind his head and peer over his shoulder. "I have a perfect view. Go, Baby, Go! No one is coming, but I want to."

He chuckles and grips both ass cheeks in his hands and withdraws his cock, then slides back in. He fucks me, not in and out, but up and down. He pulls and pushes me. I keep my head tight to his ear and arch my back to his stroke. I feel his six-pack flexed hard and know his ass is pinched tight.
Gawd! I wish I could see him fucking me in a mirror!
Each downward stroke stretches me as I slide against his skin, feeling his thumbs push me against my hip flexor muscles. When he shifts his grip, I roll my pussy away and stroke his cock to the tip with the hard edge of my vagina. We moan at the same time in our throats. It’s the passionate moan lovers share when it feels so good you can't hold it in. When his fingers dig into my ass, I keep my back arched away, my hips flexed and he has to force himself back. His cock stabs my pussy as it slides inside. The harsh angle keeps it tight. When his rod starts the upward movement, I hunch him and we both moan again. At the top, he shifts his grip and I twirl around on his tip. We both moan again. Back down I go, faster this time. At the end of the stroke when he shifts his hands, I twerk on the tip of his cock. The fast fuck makes us both moan loud. He holds me there until he can’t stand it anymore and he slams himself into me, hard, and when I roll my hips onto him, I feel his knees dip with the passion.

"Ah! Go, Baby, go!" I encourage him. He pumps me up and down, fast and furious. We don’t have time to linger fucking. It has to be a quickie, but
it’s one fine fast fuck!
I squeeze his head against mine as I tighten on the edge of exploding.

"I’m close, Siri."

"Me too, Baby."

"Let it go, Wild Thang." He flexes hard, and slams me against the wall.

I bite him as his perfect fucking muscle fucks me, gloriously in and out! He shoots me full of his semen and I cum on him. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." My lips lock on him to keep from screaming, and I give him a hickey to match my own. When we finish, he squats down and I push off him, letting our juice drain directly on the ground. "You are My Fucking Golden God." I smile up into his peaceful eyes as he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a handkerchief.

"Here, Bad Thang."

I laugh. "Are you always prepared for everything?" I ask as I wipe myself clean.

"Pretty much." He laughs as we squat together. He leans in and kisses my lips, then he stands and tucks his penis back in. I watch staring up at a man who has become larger in life than my dreams ever were. He towers over me and I’m awestruck by him. When he leans over to offer me his hand, I stand up knowing I can’t live without him. As I straighten my top and pull my skirt back down, he reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a pair of panties. "Here. Put these on, Angel Thang." I smirk as I reach my hand out and snatch them out of his hand.

"Oh now it’s Angel Thang, huh."

He winks that killer wink. "They will keep you from dripping our nectar down your legs."

I bend over, stepping out of my shoes and slip the panties on. "So this is what panties are for. Who knew?" I grin.

He laughs. "I did. That’s why I brought them."