31. Chapter 31 #2
My entire body shuddered.
“Lachlan.”
The sound came out somewhere between a moan and a plea.
He kissed one hip.
Then the small of my back.
“There’s so much I want to do with you if you’ll let me.”
Another kiss landed higher.
“I want to make you come so many times that you pass out and then wake up pleading for more.”
“Pleading,” I mumbled.
“Pleading for what?”
I pressed my face more firmly into the mattress.
“Everything.”
Lachlan chuckled softly.
“Greedy little mouse.”
His hand slid over my stomach and upward between my breasts until his palm settled around my throat in a firm, possessive hold.
His chest pressed against my back while his mouth found my ear.
“I want to teach you things you’ve never even thought to ask for.” His teeth caught my earlobe. “I want to ruin you for every other man.”
A shiver moved through me.
“Ruining,” I sighed.
His lips curved against my neck.
“Aye. Ruining you.”
His free hand drifted lower over my stomach.
“I’m going to spoil you so fucking badly that no other man ever has a chance.”
“Mmm.” The moan slipped out before I could stop it.
The promise should have frightened me, but it didn’t. Because somewhere along the way, I suspected he already had.
His middle finger found my clit.
I sucked in a breath as slow, gentle circles grew firmer, and my hips immediately tried to chase the pressure.
Lachlan’s hand tightened slightly around my throat.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear.
“Do you trust me, Isabella?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whined as my shoulders relaxed under the pressure of his chest.
I trusted him. Whatever uncertainty I still carried about the future, none of it touched this. I trusted him with my body, and in that moment, I gave myself over to him completely.
Lachlan kissed the curve of my neck while two fingers slid into me.
I moaned loudly into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “There’s that sound.”
His fingers curled and began pumping in and out of me while his thumb moved steadily over my clit.
Electricity skittered beneath my skin.
His mouth stayed at my neck, kissing and nipping while his hard cock nestled against the seam of my ass.
A broken whine escaped me.
“That’s it, Mouse.”
His fingers pumped faster.
My pussy clenched helplessly around them.
With every nerve in my body firing, I was already so close that my thighs began trembling beneath me.
Then the pressure of his hand around my throat changed.
My inhale stopped halfway in.
The pleasure sharpened instantly, tangled with the first hot flare of panic.
My heart hammered in my chest.
Lachlan’s body stayed solid against mine, his mouth at my ear, his fingers never losing their rhythm.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Trust me.”
The panic climbed with the pleasure. My body wanted air even as my pussy demanded more, and the two sensations crashed together until I couldn’t separate one from the other and light sparked behind my eyelids.
I was helpless in his hands, but I trusted him and allowed the sensation to carry me higher.
“When I tell you,” Lachlan said against my ear, “I want you to come all over my fingers.”
My thighs shook harder, and I was right there—desperate, so fucking needy and straining against him.
Then his voice dropped to a rough whisper.
“Come for me, Isabella.”
His hand left my throat and flattened across my chest as air rushed back into my lungs.
I gasped.
The orgasm hit at the same instant.
My pussy clamped around his fingers so hard that my entire body jerked. I cried out and bucked backward into his hand while he kept fucking me with his fingers, drawing out one pulsing contraction after another.
“Lachlan—” Another sharp cry tore out of me.
“That’s my girl.”
His voice was pure satisfaction.
He slowed only when the last tremor finally worked its way through me.
I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard.
Lachlan straightened behind me, one hand closing possessively around my hip as he raised my ass higher.
I managed to turn my head enough to look over my shoulder.
He was smiling down at me.
But it wasn’t the teasing smirk I knew or the hungry satisfaction I’d seen when he wanted me.
There was something different in his face now.
Something almost boyishly pleased beneath all that hard masculinity, as though watching me fall apart in his hands had given him exactly what he wanted from the world.
My heart squeezed painfully.
I wanted to put that look on his face over and over again.
Lachlan wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it twice, his attention fixed on me.
The hunger in his expression sent another wave of heat between my legs.
He leaned over me and dragged the head slowly across my clit.
I moaned.
Instead of entering me, he dipped lower, coating the head of his cock in the wetness between my folds before sliding back up to my clit.
Again.
And again.
Each time I thought he was finally going to push inside me, he returned to my clit.
“Lachlan,” I whined.
“Patience, Mouse.”
My fingers twisted into the blanket while he continued torturing me with the same slow pressure until my hips started moving on their own, trying to catch him.
A quiet laugh came from behind me.
“Greedy.”
“You’re doing it on purpose.”
“Aye.”
No remorse whatsoever.
He dragged his cock through my wetness once more, but instead of lining himself up with my pussy, he slowly slid the slick head higher.
I realized where he was going a second before he reached the tight hole between my cheeks.
I gasped.
Lachlan paused there, the head of his cock resting against the sensitive opening.
“You said you trusted me, didn’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whined.
And I did, but this was…a lot. Trusting him didn’t make the idea any less intimidating.
He pressed forward—not enough to enter me, just enough to stretch the tight ring before easing back again.
My breath caught.
He did it a second time, applying that same slow pressure and letting my body feel exactly what he was promising without pushing any farther.
He pressed again and released, repeating this a few more times, never going further than just a bit of a stretch. The sensation of that alone had me dripping and aching for more.
My pussy clenched around nothing.
Of all the things I had expected to learn about myself after escaping La Cruzona, discovering that I might enjoy Lachlan Byrnes fucking my ass had certainly not been on the list.
But the man had a talent for coaxing desires out of me I hadn’t known existed.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “You like the idea, don’t you?”
I buried my face more deeply in the mattress.
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
His hand landed firmly on my ass.
“Maybe?”
I could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Thought so.”
The head of his cock eased away.
“Someday, Mouse.”
My heart kicked harder.
He dragged the head back between my folds.
“Someday what?”
“I’m going to be the first man to take that pretty little virgin ass.”
A shiver ran straight through me.
“But not today. Good things are worth waiting for, and when I do it, I want you ready for every inch of me.”
Before I could come up with anything resembling a coherent response, he lined himself up with my pussy and sank into me in one smooth thrust.
“Oh, God.”
The sudden fullness wiped every other thought from my mind.
Lachlan groaned behind me.
He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust around him before withdrawing almost completely.
Then he drove back inside.
My fingers twisted in the blanket.
God, the man was thick.
Every thrust stretched me around him, and I could feel the hard pulse of his cock each time he buried himself to the hilt.
Lachlan lowered himself over me, bracing his weight on one arm while his other hand slipped around my hip.
His fingers found my clit.
“Lachlan—”
“I’ve got you.”
He rubbed small, firm circles over the swollen nerves while continuing to fuck me from behind.
My body reacted almost embarrassingly fast.
I had barely recovered from the first orgasm, and already pleasure was tightening again deep in my belly.
“More,” I cried.
His thrusts became harder.
“Like that?”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Use that pretty voice.”
A whine escaped me when his fingers pressed harder against my clit.
“Yes, like that.”
“There it is. You obey me so well.”
His breathing grew heavier against my back.
I pushed myself onto my forearms, bracing so I could meet each thrust instead of simply taking it.
Lachlan noticed immediately. He straightened behind me, his fingers leaving my clit as both hands closed around my hips.
“That’s it, Mouse. Meet me stroke for stroke.”
I rocked backward when he drove forward.
The slap of our bodies joined the steady hum of the aircraft, and whatever embarrassment I might have felt about the noise disappeared beneath the pleasure building inside me.
His fingers dug into my hips as I matched his pace.
“Fuck, Isabella.”
The rough sound of my name in his voice pushed me even closer.
“Lachlan, I’m—”
“Yes. That’s my girl. Come for me.”
There was no holding it back.
My orgasm tore through me as I shouted his name.
My whole body tightened around him, pussy clenching hard enough to make his rhythm falter.
Lachlan moaned and drove himself as deep as he could go.
His cock pulsed inside me.
I felt the first warm rush of his cum as his hips jerked against mine with each release.
Again.
And again.
His forehead dropped between my shoulder blades while the last pulses worked through him.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
He stayed buried inside me while our breathing slowly settled, his hands still holding my hips as though he had no intention of ever letting me go.
I was perfectly happy with that arrangement.