Chapter 16 #2
“Nothing from behind. I need to see your face,” she says.
I nod.
She tucks her lower lip between her teeth and stiffens as she searches her memory.
“No insulting me or calling me names.”
“Never. You’re too precious to me, Audrey.”
She shudders and looks away as she speaks, her fear and humiliation as she recalls the past is like a knife in my heart.
“No fingers inside me.”
The world halts. Ice infects my soul.
My hatred for my father compounds exponentially with every beat of my heart.
I’ll kill him.
Audrey shifts as though to stand. I grab her hips and pull her back into my lap. She squeaks and rambles.
“I’m sorry. That’s too much. I completely ruined the mood—”
I close my eyes, tilt my hips, and curse myself for enjoying her gasp of uncertain surprise.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you right now, baby doll? It’s because I’m thinking of all the diabolical ways I can please you,” I growl.
She slips her hands onto my shoulders. I lift my eyelids and swallow my curse as her hungry eyes search my face.
“I want to please you, too,” she whispers.
“Fuck, you’re too sweet. I’m so close already,” I admit.
Her lashes widen in surprise. She glances down, but her skirt blocks our laps from view.
“What do I do?” she asks.
I sink my fingers into the couch cushions as though my life depends on it.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
A smile teases the corners of her lips.
“I can do that,” she murmurs as she leans forward.
A millisecond before her lips touch mine, I halt her with a single word.
“Everywhere.”
She blinks.
“Kiss me everywhere,” I clarify.
Her gaze flits between my eyes before dipping down to my chest. Wicked delight sparks in her brilliant emerald orbs.
“Yes, I can do that, too,” she says in the throatiest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
The minx steals my heart through my lips, my soul through her soft, teasing, exploration of my face, throat, and shoulders, and my mind with her bold licks and nips of my chest and abs.
When she slides off my lap, pushes my knees apart, and kneels between my feet, I swear allegiance to her perfection for eternity.
She runs her hands up my thighs. I jerk and fist the couch so hard the fabric tears when her thumbs brush against my clad cock.
My boxer briefs struggle to contain my thick, hard shaft while my balls pulse between my legs.
She lifts clear green eyes and searches my face.
“Here, too?” she whispers.
“Fucking hell, yes,” I hiss.
Her smile is a wet dream in the flesh. I hold back my release by sheer force of will.
With a coyness I long to experience every second for the rest of my life, she tucks her fingers into the waistband of my underwear and tugs. I lift my hips. My cock springs free and bobs an inch away from her face.
Her surprised inhale strokes my ego. The couch fabric tears further.
I moan and drop my head back when she wraps her fist around my base, but the loss of sight is too much, so I lift my head and feast with my eyes.
Her cleavage pillows around her low-cut top and my bunched boxer briefs. She adds a second fist to my base and licks her lips, but the trepidation in her gaze helps me cling to my control.
“You don’t have to—fuck,” I groan as she brushes her closed lips over my sensitive tip.
She scrambles my senses with her tentative exploration of my cock. An eruption builds at the base of my spine, promising the most epic release of my life, but I refuse to end this moment too soon.
When she runs the flat of her tongue up the veiny underside of my shaft, I hiss and jerk. A few pearly drops escape from my tip. She captures them with her tongue and hums.
Bliss shreds me into a million carefree ribbons as she closes her mouth around the head of my dick. A swirl of her tongue, bob of her head, and I’m a goner.
Liquid fire erupts from my balls, sears the inside of my shaft, and jets from my tip into her mouth. She startles, squeaks, and pulls back, but stops before I pop free of her lips.
With the floodgates open, I cum in long, terrifying, blissful waves.
She wrecks me to my core when she flicks her tongue over my slit, swallows, and hums.
I die a million glorious deaths.
More spent than ever before, I droop into the cushions and absently note the white tufts of stuffing from where I ripped the couch open on either side of me.
Audrey takes me deeper into her mouth.
I curse and pull her off me before I have an aneurysm.
Her pleased smile rips my soul wide open.
I take her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue, and lay her on the ruined couch.
Unable to get enough of her sweetness mingled with my spunk, I deepen our kiss as I worship her face, throat, and shoulders with my hands.
When I cup her breasts through her dress and she arches into my touch, I nip the tip of her tongue and push her bodice down.
She squeaks and buries her hands in my hair as I knead, pluck, and roll her perfect breasts.
I tear my mouth away from hers, tease her earlobe with teeth and tongue, and trail kisses down her throat to the pulse hammering at the base.
“I should slow down, but you’re too tasty,” I growl against her collarbone.
“Don’t stop. More,” she breathes.
I nip and lick my way over her shoulders and down her sternum.
Her breast fits in my mouth. She gasps and digs her nails into my scalp. I devour her until she writhes and whimpers underneath me.
Needing to taste her the same way she tasted me, I crawl backward, gather her skirts out of the way, drop onto my belly, hook her knees over my shoulders, and grab her hips.
I groan as the scent of her arousal floods my nostrils. She closes her fists in my hair and tugs, but I keep my face an inch away from her wet panties.
“Brennan,” she whispers.
Her breathy voice undoes me.
I close my mouth over the whole of her covered sex and groan as I lick her through the fabric.
She clamps her knees around my ears and bucks.
I pull the offending material aside and feast on her delicious pussy.
Kissing, licking, sucking, I worship her without restraint, not stopping even when she shouts, bucks, and floods my mouth with her release.
Her shaking and ragged breaths fill me with pride as I swirl my tongue around her hardening clit.
“Brennan, I can’t—”
“You can, love. For me. Give me another,” I growl against her intimate flesh.
With less urgency, I work her back into the height of need. Her low, throaty moan reverberates through my soul.
I flex my fingertips into her hips and dip my attention to her entrance. She shivers and twists her fingers in my hair.
I flatten my palm on her lower belly and sneak the tip of my middle finger to her clit.
Her moan assures me she’s right where I want her.
I curl my tongue into her pussy.
She seizes and floods my mouth.
I lap up her release until she shudders and relaxes. Her knees fall away from my ears. After a final parting lick of her glistening folds, I pepper her pussy with closed-mouth kisses before slipping her panties back into place and resting my head against her inner thigh.
I never want to leave the heaven I’ve found between her legs.
My hard cock pulses and leaks onto the torn couch cushion.
I sigh, brush my lips over her smooth leg, and lift her knees off my shoulders.
My breath catches in my throat at the picture she presents. Disheveled with her breasts bunched above her bodice and her freckles highlighting her flushed face, she’s the most ethereal woman I’ve ever seen.
I tuck my cock away to avoid temptation, fix her dress, gather her into my arms, and settle her into my lap.
For several beautiful moments, we cuddle on the destroyed couch, enjoying the bubble of bliss we created together. She smiles and kisses my chest.
“Thank you, Brennan. I didn’t know…”
“Me neither, Audrey. I’ve never—”
Our phones buzz at the same time. Audrey jumps up and snatches hers out of her purse sitting on the side table.
My senses heighten as she pales. I slip her phone out from between her fingers and reply to the bodyguard assigned to her mother’s bedside before pulling up the contact information she saved for the facility.
“Call them,” I demand.
She nods, presses the call button, and lifts the phone to her ear. After a brief conversation, she ends the call and rubs her forehead.
“My mom fell out of her wheelchair and might have broken her wrist. They’re examining her now but suggest I head that way,” she says.
“We can finish dress shopping another day. I’ll drive,” I say.
When she nods in acceptance, I sigh a silent breath of relief.
Her refusal after the intense, intimate moment we just shared would gut me.
We change back into our work clothes. I purchase the gowns she selected, buy the couch and fund the boutique to replace it, and usher her out to the car within five minutes.
Sensing the turmoil within her, I weave my fingers through hers over the center console and accept her pensive silence as she stares out her window the entire drive.
I pull into the vacant parking spot closest to the front entrance. Audrey squeezes my fingers and swings haunted eyes at me.
“Would you mind staying in the car?” she asks.
I war within myself. The facility should be safe for her mother, but if there’s foul play afoot, I can’t let Audrey walk in there alone.
I shake my head.
Instead of fighting, my baby doll slumps and nods in defeat.
“Okay. Here we go,” she says before opening her door.
I kiss her knuckles, wishing I knew how best to comfort her, before releasing her hand and exiting the vehicle.
After signing in at the front desk, Audrey grabs my hand and leads me down the hall. The head nurse, Charlotte Reed, meets us outside her mother’s room.
“How is she?” Audrey asks.
“In surprisingly good spirits. Her wrist isn’t broken, just sprained, and since she fell in the grass, she lucked out and avoided abrasions.”
“That’s good. Really good. How’s her companion?”
“She’s been a dream. Your mother loves her.”