Chapter 12
After a day spent working remotely,several phone calls from family members with boat maintenance concerns, and another conversation with a teary Laura about why I won’t be turning the reins over to Mark any time in the near future, I’m desperate for something to take my mind off how much I wish I were anywhere but here.
Then I hear her soft footsteps on the deck. She appears at the top of the stairs, dressed in a fluffy black sweater and dark gray leggings. Her hair flows around her shoulders in silky waves, her eyes are even more arresting than usual, and I suddenly don’t want to be anywhere else.
It’s a problem, how quickly I’m becoming attached to this girl, irritating in an entirely different way than my needy relatives.
I blame that irritation for the harsh note in my voice as I say, “What have you done to your face?”
Her hand flies to hover beside her pink cheek, uncertainty in her expression as she steps off the final stair to face me across the living room. I remain seated in the large leather armchair, not wanting her to see that I’m already pitching a tent in my pajama pants.
This is a problem, too, how just laying eyes on her is enough to make me desperate to fuck in a way I haven’t experienced since I was in high school.
“Elaina did my makeup,” she says, rubbing lightly at her cheek with the back of her hand. “Is it too much? I thought it was too much, but she said that was just because I wasn’t used to wearing any.”
“Stop, you’re stunning,” I grumble, annoyed with myself for making her doubt herself. “You’re just more stunning without it.”
Her darker-than-usual brows lift. “Seriously?”
I nod, “You look more…like you.”
She cocks her head. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Her eyes narrow. “And you think you know me well enough to know when I look more like myself, Mr. Fancy?”
I hold her gaze, my cock getting even harder as the air between us fills with potential. “I know you better than you think, Ms. Sullivan. We’re not so different. You and I.”
She blinks, seemingly surprised, but after a moment, she nods. “Maybe we aren’t. Not in the ways that count. But you still scare the shit out of me sometimes.”
I stand and cross the distance between us, not caring if she sees what she does to me. I need to put her mind at ease, to assure her that she never has to be afraid when we’re together. “I told you, Sully, I’ve done all the anger management. All of it. You don’t have to worry about that.”
She smiles, a fond smile I’m sure I don’t deserve, but relish all the same. “I didn’t mean scared in that way. I mean…” She chews on her berry-stained lip for a beat. “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. Probably more than I should.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, too.” I lift a hand to cup her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful, mesmerizing, better than any painting in any museum.
She tips her cheek closer to my hand, the trust in the gesture making me even more determined never to hurt her. At least, not any more than I have already.
“But that’s normal,” I add, sliding my fingers into her hair. “That happens when the sex is really good.”
Her mouth hooks up on one side. “So, the sex was really good for you, too? Even though it wasn’t your first time?”
“It was fucking incredible.” I wrap my free arm around her waist, drawing her closer. “I’ve been dreaming about you ever since.”
“Me, too,” she says, her eyes widening as her hips brush against my borderline obscene erection. She grins, looking pleased with herself. “Last night, I dreamt you were fingering me under a table while you fed me exotic things.”
“What kind of exotic things?” I ask, fighting a groan as she twines her arms around my neck and wiggles closer to where I ache for her.
“There was a fruit that looked like a star and caviar,” she says, her eyes dancing as she adds. “And eggplant. Lots and lots of eggplant.”
I arch a brow. “Eggplant. Seriously?”
She shakes her head, her laughter the sweetest sound I’ve heard all day. “No, but for some reason I’m having a hard time thinking about anything except eggplant right now. Go figure…” She pushes up on tiptoe, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before she whispers against my mouth, “I would like to suck your cock, Mr. Fancy. Would that be okay with you?”
My erection jerks in response, but when she starts to bend her knees, I capture her upper arms, holding her in place. “Only if you call me Weaver.”
“Okay, Weaver,” she says, my name intimate on her lips, just the way I hoped it would be. “And you can call me Goddess of your Loins, once I show you how good I am with my mouth.”
For the first time in my life, I find myself smiling as a woman drops to her knees in front of me. I haven’t had a lot of “playful” sex in my life, and things quickly lose their playful edge now as Sully curls her fingers around the top of my pants, guiding them down just far enough to sweep her tongue over the head of my cock.
But still…there’s an ease with her. A familiarity.
It feels like I’ve known her so much longer than a few days, and like I’m far more familiar with her hot little mouth than I actually am. But that doesn’t dull the thrill of watching her suck me between her lips. If anything, it makes it that much more intense.
I thread my fingers into her hair, making a light fist as she works me harder, taking me even deeper. “Relax your throat, beautiful. Yes, just like that.” I tighten my grip at the back of her neck. “Can I fuck your pretty mouth?”
She moans low in her throat and gives a little nod, sending a fresh wave of arousal surging straight to my balls. I’m going to come faster than I usually would from something like this, but that’s all right.
The faster I come, the sooner I can recover and be inside her again.
Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her. It’s all I could think about last night, as I lay in bed, trying and failing to get to sleep, then jerking off to memories of her body writhing beneath mine.
The memory is almost enough to make me pull her to her feet, bend her over the couch, and jerk her pants down to her knees. But she’s opened her throat so perfectly for me and she’s so sexy like this, with her hands braced on my thighs and her lips wrapped around my cock.
“Touch my arm if you want me to stop,” I murmur as I draw back and slowly glide into her mouth, holding her in place with a firm grip in her silky hair. I encounter the hint of resistance at the back of her throat, but then, she relaxes even more, giving me space to bury myself to the hilt. “Fuck, woman,” I say, my voice shaking a little. “You’re going to ruin me.”
She moans and digs her nails deeper into my thighs as if agreeing with me. Then her eyes roll up to meet mine and I can’t hold back any longer. Holding her gaze, I move faster, until I’m stroking so deep into her mouth that her eyes start to water at the edges.
But she doesn’t look away or grab my arm. She keeps her gaze locked on mine, the hunger in her deep blue eyes driving me on until I’m slamming my cock between her lips.
I come with a curse and a guttural cry, spilling myself down her throat. She swallows every drop, her tongue caressing the underside of my throbbing cock until my orgasm is finally finished with me.
Only then does she pull back, giving the head of my cock a final swirl goodbye with her tongue that makes my breath hiss out.
She looks up at me, still on her knees as she wipes the sides of her mouth. “You okay?”
“I’m fucking incredible.”
“You twitched. Like you were in pain.”
My lips curve. “Cocks are sensitive after you make them come like a fucking freight train.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I say, my smile widening at the pleased expression on her face.
“Yes, what?” she asks, grinning.
“Yes, Mistress of my Loins,” I say, making her laugh, a low, husky laugh I know I’ll never get tired of.
“It was Goddess of my Loins,” she corrects as she rises to her feet. “But close enough.”
“Mistress, goddess,” I say, pulling her closer. “Why settle for one when you can be both?”
She reaches up, pressing a hand to my lips before I can kiss her. “Wait. I need to brush my teeth. I brought a toothbrush in my purse.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Because I just…you know. Aren’t you supposed to brush your teeth after?”
“You’re supposed to do what makes you feel good and then, after that’s covered, what makes me feel good. I don’t care that you just swallowed my come. I still want your tongue in my mouth. I’d want your tongue in my mouth if you’d just eaten a plate full of onions.”
Her smile is shy this time. “Yeah? You like kissing me that much?”
“Yes.” I drop my hand to her ass, squeezing the muscled flesh as I pull her closer. “So, can I kiss you, Sully? Kiss you and get you out of these clothes and do very bad things to you in my bed?”
She sighs as she melts against me. “Yes, please. Please, please, please.”
“You don’t have to say please,” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “Unless you like it when a man makes you beg.”
She smiles against my mouth as a shiver runs through her gorgeous body. “Well, Weaver, as you know, I don’t have a lot of experience in that area. But I think I might like it. What are you going to make me beg for?”
“Everything,” I promise.
And then I sweep her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, where I deliver on that promise. First, I make her beg for my mouth on her clit, and then I make her beg for my fingers in her pussy. Then, once I’m hard again, I tie her wrists to the bed frame with two of my silk neckties and make her beg for my cock.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I say, teasing the tip of my erection down one side of her soaked, swollen sex and back up the other, my cock leaking pre-come as she squirms and moans beneath me. I should put on a condom before this gets any more dangerous than it is already, but I love the feel of her hot, silken skin against mine. “You can do better than that. Tell me how much you need me inside you. Make me believe it this time. Then, I’ll put on the condom and fuck you. I promise.”
“No,” she says, bucking against me, trying to force me inside her. “No condom. It feels too good like this.”
I can’t argue with that, but, “No babies for me.”
“I’m on the pill,” she says, rolling her hips, making the urge to thrust inside her almost irresistible.
But I clench my jaw and grit out, “Still a no, I’m afraid. I can’t risk it. I don’t want children. Ever.”
“Then you should have a vasectomy,” she says, her words remarkably lucid considering her eyes are glassy and her cheeks flushed with frustrated desire. “That would take care of both of our problems.”
I smile, despite the hunger rampaging through my bloodstream. “What’s your problem again?”
“Being a newly minted sex fiend who wants you bare?” she says, moaning as I circle her hot little cunt with the head of my cock, so close to gliding inside her I can’t breathe. “Please, Weaver. Fuck me like this. I want to feel you, just you, not latex.”
“You’re dangerous,” I say as I force myself to pull back and reach for the condom on the bedside table. “Very dangerous.”
“And very bad,” she agrees, her glassy eyes glittering now with humor and a challenge I can’t ignore. “Someone should probably teach me a lesson.”
I exhale a soft laugh as I roll on the protection. “And how should one do that, my little sex fiend? Another spanking?”
She shakes her head slowly back and forth. “I like this,” she says, glancing toward her bound hands. “But I’d like it better if it were your hands holding me down.”
“Holding you down,” I repeat, wondering if maybe I’m not as much of a bastard as I’ve always thought. I must have done something good in my life to earn this gem of a woman in my bed, even if it’s only for a few weeks.
She nods. “Yes. Hard, please. And don’t let me up, no matter how hard I fight you.”
My balls tighten and a wave of desire so intense it’s almost painful wrenches through my core. “We’d need a safe word for something like that, sweetheart.”
“Eggplant,” she says without hesitation. “That’s what I’ll say if I want you to stop, but…I won’t want you to stop. I already know I won’t.”
And she doesn’t. Ten minutes later, we’re both covered in sweat and slamming together hard and fast, even as she twists and struggles to get free. It’s frenzied, wild fucking at its finest, and when I finally come, it’s with an intensity that puts even my first orgasm of the night to shame.
I come groaning and cursing and calling her name like a prayer.
And she does the same, until we’re both lying limp and boneless in each other’s arms.
Finally, I lift my head to stare down into her dreamy face. “Good?”
She sighs and nods. “I can’t feel my toes.”
“Then I’ll move,” I say, but she wraps her legs around my hips, holding me in place with a flex of her strong thighs.
“No. Stay. I’m memorizing you. You still smell like a fancy hotel, even after you’ve done sweaty, wonderful things to me.”
“And you…” My words trail off as I spy the faint blue marks on her wrists. I curse again as I reach up, taking her arm gently in hand.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I bruised you. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
She drags her arm down, staring at it with an unconcerned expression. “It didn’t hurt then. And it doesn’t hurt now.” She sighs again and loops her arm around my neck. “I like it. It’s like…a souvenir. I can look at it tomorrow, while I’m working and wishing I were fucking you instead and feel smug about how great I am at being sexy.” She frowns. “Which reminds me, you didn’t even notice the effort I made to look delicious for you.”
I return her frown. “Yes, I did. I told you that you were stunning, but I like you better without makeup.”
“No, not that,” she says with a huff. “The bra and panties. I wore fancy ones. Just for you. And you didn’t even notice.”
I blink, but she’s right. I can’t remember what I took off of her. I was in too much of a hurry to get to her skin. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“You should be,” she says, grinning. “Now you can never complain about my cotton panties again.”
“Would it make it better if I told you I ordered several hundred dollars’ worth of lingerie this evening, while I was waiting for it to get dark, and wishing you were already here? They’re arriving Wednesday.”
Her smile widens. “Yeah, that does make things better, actually. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’d also like to take you shopping on Friday. If you can take the afternoon off. I’d like to buy you something to wear to a fancy dinner out of town next week.”
Her lips purse. “That’s sweet, but Friday is Halloween. I have to be spooky on Halloween. The girls and I are having a book club Halloween party and then I’ll probably hit the Moose Club’s haunted house or something. Halloween must be celebrated.”
“Must it?” I tease, even as my wheels spin, not willing to give up one of my nights with her so easily. “And what if I arranged for us to celebrate together, after your book club party? Somewhere we won’t be seen by prying eyes? Could I tempt you away from the Moose Club for the evening?”
She brushes a gentle hand down my face, that fond smile on her lips again that makes my heart do borderline painful things in my chest. “Yes, you could. I’m pretty sure you could tempt me away from just about anything, Mr. Fancy. Thank you for being the best first lover a girl ever had.”
Refusing to think about how much I want to be her last lover, as well, I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her palm. “My pleasure, beautiful.”
And then I fuck her again, but it isn’t fucking this time.
It’s slower, softer, with her eyes locked on mine as she takes her first turn on top of me. And as her hands brace on my chest and her hips rock into me with a sensual rhythm that mimics the rise and fall of the sea, I know I’m losing something.
Something important.
I’ve never let my defenses fall like this. I’ve never dropped my guard or let anyone so deep into the secret places inside. But with Sully…
I have no choice.
She shows up with an authenticity that’s humbling in its bravery. How can I do anything less? Anything less than a fearless woman like her deserves?
You’re going to fall in love with her, the inner voice warns as we lie together after, her cheek resting over my heart.
Love…
I’m not sure I even know what it is.
But if I spend much more time with this incredible woman, I have a feeling I’m going to find out.