48. Lenna
48
Lenna
T he red curtain of her private compartment moved swiftly, a sudden breeze pushing it to the side.
“What type of ride, sweet fire?” Jake was leaning against the arch, pure mischief in his eyes that tightened every single fiber of Lenna’s body.
“One that takes me to where I need to be,” Lenna answered, biting her lip and wondering if she could walk the three steps to him in a straight line without falling down. Her black high heels wouldn’t make it any easier.
Her eyelids were heavy, and yet it was impossible to take her eyes from him. From his now dark gray eyes, from those Cardinals-damned full lips, from his dark hair falling on the top of his handsome face, from his fucking muscled body and those hands that surely could work wonders.
Jake’s eyes glowed with delight, as if he knew exactly what she wanted. What she needed with her whole body.
“There is only one place where I need to be tonight,” Jake said, tilting his head back slightly. He paced towards the table where she was sitting on. Lenna didn’t move an inch as he pushed his waist against her knee and felt his growing hardness. He looked at her golden eyes as if she was myster and he was here to drink her. “And that’s inside you.”
Lenna chuckled, drinking the rest of her glass of myster as her other hand grabbed the vast size of him and stroked him firmly against his black pants. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
Jake grabbed her waist and pulled it towards the edge of the table, where he was standing, waiting for the impact. The high slits on both sides of her bronze long dress made it so easy to open her legs, to push her core against his length. He grabbed her fire-colored hair with a fist as their mouths collided.
An explosion of tongues and teeth and lips followed. This man tasted like pure silver and ginger and she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to taste all of him. The empty glass of myster rolled on the floor and her hands broke the buttons of his shirt open, finally able to delight on every single muscle of his arms, his shoulders, his back. While that thick, long shape pressured against the apex of her legs was driving her fucking crazy.
Jake pulled the silk lace from behind her neck, undoing the bow that kept the two parts of her dress meeting in a V shape at her waist, and leaving her exposed.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice grave as he took a step back to admire her. Lenna saw the desire in his eyes and thought she would melt.
Jake put his hands under her knees and pulled her forwards, her hips hanging by the side of the table, and Lenna couldn’t help but recline her back on the circular black stone of the table to avoid falling. He kneeled in front of her, his hands grabbing each side of her exposed ass thanks to her thin laced thong, and he put her knees over his shoulders.
One of his hands left its tight pressure on her cheek and she almost wanted to complain about it, but she felt a flicker of his hand and her minimal underwear was gone. His hand was back in place as his tongue went straight to her core, licking it as only a fucking expert would.
Jake moved his skilled tongue to her clit and started playing with it as two fingers entered her core and started pumping into her at the same time. She moaned, completely lost in pleasure and delight and the haziness of her many drinks.
“I don’t want to fuck you drunk, Brachyan,” Jake said.
“Put those fucking fingers back in there right now,” Lenna said between jagged breaths.
He closed his hand, and her haziness was gone. Before Lenna could tell him off, he went straight into her with his fingers, his tongue playing with the most sensitive part of her and damn the Fifth five times if this wasn’t the best feeling in the whole damned world. She moaned loudly, her back arching against the cold black stone, and he gripped her ass with his spare hand harder.
Lenna’s hands grabbed his black hair as she looked at those dark gray eyes glowing with pleasure, devouring her.
“You taste even better than I thought, Brachyan,” he said, his skilled tongue making her close her eyes with unholy pleasure. “Molten honey. Pure, sweet fire.”
Lenna was barely aware of the surrounding nightclub, and that no one had interrupted them yet made a small part of her wonder if he had shut the noise out of this compartment, or if Jake had willed the other beings away when he had moured here.
Because there was no undoing this. He wanted her. And she wanted him. And if not being the heir of the North House meant she could fuck this man as much as she wanted, as often as she wanted, she would send a thank you note to the Organ Mandor.
She pulled his head towards her face, his tongue separating from her middle even though his blessed fingers didn’t let go. Lenna’s body tensed as he twisted those fingers inside her, and she let go of a small scream of pleasure.
“My turn,” Lenna said, her tongue sliding sensually across his lips.
“Not tonight, sweet fire,” the corner of his lips twisted upwards with mischief, and he turned her body softly but firmly, leaving her breasts pressed against the cold stone of the table. “Tonight you’re all mine.”
Her legs were at a ninety-degree angle as she bent over her waist, leaving her bare ass exposed to him. She was at his mercy. He grabbed her round ass tightly, massaging it in rough circles as he groaned, “So fucking perfect.”
She moaned as his thick, velvet length went in between her cheeks, sliding up and down as he pushed her cheeks tightly together with his hands, causing that perfect pressure against his cock that had him moaning, “Fuck yes.”
Lenna squeezed a hand into her core, pumping herself, and she was going to die from pleasure at Jake’s cock rubbing against her ass, the sound of his pure enjoyment, the touch of his hands grabbing her body.
Jake stopped, removing any physical contact from her body. Lenna looked backwards at him over her shoulder, wide eyed. The sight of his hardened length, his muscled body, and the deep desire in his handsome face was magnificent.
“Don’t you fucking stop now,” she said, biting her lip and pushing her body against where his was.
His eyes were utterly dark, full of promises of lust and pleasure. Jake held his beautiful, hardened length with a hand and opened her legs with the other hand. Lenna held his stare, her breath cutting as she reigned in her absolute desperation.
He touched the opening of her inner core with the tip of his length, and she moaned. She needed more, and she needed it now.
“What is it you want, sweet fire?” The tip of his hard cock playfully touched the inside of her inner, most sensitive walls, and she struggled to keep her eyes opened, looking at him.
“I want all of you right fucking now, Jake,” she gasped, her back arching as she opened her legs more for him.
“Do you want me to what?” he asked. His breathing was ragged as he tapped his cock against her core, teasing her.
“Fuck me. Please,” she gasped, her body shaking with need. She was going to fucking explode if he made her wait any longer.
But he didn’t make her wait any longer. And he didn’t warn her either. Not as his whole, extraordinarily hard length struck inside her, as deep as it could go, and she fucking screamed.
Lenna’s scream seemed to unleash Jake, and those were navy and golden sparks flickering around them as Jake struck deep thrusts inside her, over and over, each one sending her into a spiral of fucking pleasure like she had never experienced before.
Jake pulled out and Lenna stood up before he could boss her around again, even if she had thoroughly enjoyed it. She pushed his muscled chest against the circular couch, forcing him to sit.
Lenna kneeled in front of him, grabbing his cock as she slid her mouth over it, savoring all his pleasure. She opened her mouth wide to fit as much of his length as she could. Jake grabbed her red hair with both fists, his dark gray eyes following every movement of her mouth as her golden eyes stared back at him. He was fucking delicious, and his grave moans were otherworldly.
Jake tilted his head back. “Fucking Cardinals, Lenna.”
Lenna sucked his length repeatedly, savoring the velvet of his hard skin, the wetness and warmth emanating from him. Until Jake grabbed her breasts and pulled her up, sitting her on top of him. Except Lenna put a hand over her entrance, smiling wickedly, biting her bottom lip.
“What is it you want, Jake?” She removed her hand from her entrance, the tip of his length barely touching the extreme wetness of her core.
“I want to see you come for me,” he gasped, licking her neck.
She grabbed his cock with one hand, placing it precisely at the right spot so he could strike home, but not sitting on it. Not yet.
“ Do you want me to what ?” Lenna said, tilting her head backwards as his tongue played with the soft spot behind her ear.
“Let me fuck you until you come for me, Lenna. Please .”
The raw need on Jake’s voice was her undoing. Not that she could wait a second longer to have him inside her again.
So Lenna sat fully on top of him, and damn every single Cardinal one by one if his length didn’t go as deep as it had ever been. She lifted her body upwards slowly and sat back on him with a fast movement. Out slowly, in quickly.
His ragged breath was a melody against her own, his half-opened mouth against the skin on her neck as he grabbed her ass with both hands, helping pull her body up and down, down and up.
Lenna tilted her head backwards, her back arching as she moaned hoarsely, her absolute pleasure uniting with his deepest growl as he moved his hips skillfully against her, until both bodies stilled with their unison climax, both minds melted with lust and heat.
She was him, and he was her, and they were one.