Lost in You

by Lexi Blake

  She stared down at him. “And I want you to take me. I want you to fuck me.”

  This was the woman he needed—the one who challenged him, who forced him to constantly see her anew. He was so fucking in love with her. He let go of all thoughts that this had to go one way. He didn’t have to prove anything to her except that they were in this together. He let go of the idea that he needed to be gentle with her. His woman knew what she wanted and it was him.

  Ariel’s hands were still on his shirt. She closed her fingers into fists then yanked. He lost half the buttons with that first hard pull. She was going for a second when he gave in and once more let pure instinct take over.

  They were on the floor a few feet from the bed. Robert sat up, wrapping his arms around Ariel as he did. He claimed her mouth, using one hand to hold her hips, force her to stay straddling him. The other hand yanked his tie off. He wouldn’t need it again.

  He broke the kiss, her taste lingering on his tongue. The sweetness of her mouth wasn’t the only part of her he wanted to taste. “Put your nipple in my mouth.”

  She leaned forward, fingers sliding through his hair as she pressed her breast to his mouth. His lips parted and he took the tip of her breast. He sucked hard, wanting the contact, wanting to draw blood to the already engorged flesh to make her even more sensitive. He released that breast, taking the other in his mouth, sucking and then nipping her. He heard air hiss from between her teeth. He did it again, gently biting her nipple, but then moved his head back, stretching and pulling on the tip of her breast.

  “Did that hurt?” He asked the question but his early panic—the idea that he could ruin everything with one brutish move—was gone. It was an academic question. She wouldn’t leave him simply because he’d gone too far. She would talk to him and he would adjust.

  It was what couples did. During sex. In their everyday lives. They made accommodations.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He gently kissed the nipple he’d abused. He licked her because that “yes” hadn’t told him she wanted to stop. “And do you want me to do it again?”

  “Yes. Please. Yes.”

  He switched back to the first breast, capturing the peak between his teeth then slowly biting down, adding pressure until she was moaning, her hips rocking forward onto his stomach. Reaching up he tangled one hand in her hair, making a fist and then tugging. She arched back, his grip on her hair forcing her to offer those sweet breasts and wet nipples up to his mouth.

  “Brace your hands on my thighs.”

  When she obeyed he released her hair so he could get both hands on those breasts. He squeezed, watching the skin plump up between his fingers. Then he took each nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching. He watched her neck work as she swallowed, listened to the breathy, desperate sounds she made. He wanted to do this all night—play with her nipples and watch her.

  His brain might want that, but his cock, and maybe even his soul, needed more. Needed all of her. Needed to fuck her. To finally take her. He craved possession in the most primal and intimate way possible.

  He pinched her nipples, gripping them hard, then pulled, forcing the tips of her breasts to slide from between the vise of his fingers. She let out a breathy sob.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling.” He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted the words coming from her mouth.

  “Need,” was all she said.

  “What do you need?”

  “You.” A simple word that meant everything. She was finally seeing one of the pieces he’d withheld out of pure fear that she would reject him. She wasn’t rejecting him. Not at all.

  He looked to the side, and the bed was right there. All he had to do was get them to the bed and then he could take his time. He could fuck her thoroughly and slowly. He could play with her. Worship her the way he’d planned.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please.”

  They weren’t going to make it to the bed. He was going to fuck her right here, right now.

  Robert leaned back on an elbow. Ariel’s torso was still arched, her hands on his legs. That meant he had a lovely view of her pussy. He hadn’t even touched it yet. Hadn’t tasted her there.

  Later. It would have to be later because now what he needed, more than he’d ever needed anything, was to wrap himself around her, to feel her arms around him as he sank into her.

  With one hand he started jerking at his pants, struggling to lower the zipper. Ariel looked at what he was doing, then pushed up and reached to help him. He had to close his eyes and focus on ripping off the remnants of his shirt while she lowered the zipper of his slacks. She shifted, swinging her leg over so she was no longer straddling him. His heart almost stopped, but she wasn’t leaving him. Instead she grabbed his pants and yanked them down and off.

  “There’s a condom in the pocket,” he forced himself to say. Fucking condom. He didn’t want to wear it, but even his inner caveman wasn’t foolish enough to go without at this stage.

  No one had ever told him how hot it was to have a woman rip his clothes off. There was something unspeakably arousing in the way she moved—hard and fast, as if she couldn’t wait to get him naked. As if she needed him as much as he needed her. She tossed the pants away as he shed the last bits of his shirt.

  “Put it on, Rob. My hands are shaking too much,” she said, handing him the condom. “I know it would be sexier if I did it, but I can’t.”

  He took it from her, forcing himself to open the packet, grip his dick, do what needed to be done. All the while she was watching him, her hands shaking with desire. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

  They were both naked and ready, and for a moment they stopped, considering one another. It should have been almost comical—him sitting, her kneeling beside him in the cramped space on the floor beside the bed.

  He held out his arms and she fell into them, wrapping herself around him once more. It didn’t matter where they were. They had each other.

  The first touch of her naked body to his own skin was a revelation—it both soothed him and pumped up the level of his need.

  He gripped her knees, forcing her to straddle his legs. He shifted her until she was sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist. He folded his own legs, so he was sitting cross-legged, her ass cradled by his thighs, her legs spread open and ready. They were tucked in together like puzzle pieces.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Her gaze met his. He slid his right hand up her spine, curling his fingers over her shoulder from behind. He reached between their bodies, lining up his cock. He held her gaze as he maneuvered himself into position. The blunt head of his dick slid along her labia once, twice, and then he found the entrance. He positioned himself, then released his cock, grabbing her hips.

  He was right there, on the edge of something he’d wanted and needed for so long.

  “Keep looking at me,” he commanded. “I want your eyes on me.”

  Ariel clung to his shoulders and nodded.

  He flexed his fingers on her hip and shoulder, then jerked her body down at the same time he pressed his hips up.

  His cock sank deep with one powerful thrust.

  Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she seemed to have stopped breathing. He registered all of it, but dimly, because the need to come was an ache in his balls. Her pussy was hot and tight around him, her body seemingly made for him.

  “Ariel,” he breathed, her name all he could manage.

  She leaned into him, running her hands over his hair like he was something precious that she would never let go of.

  He pressed his forehead to hers, their breath mingling, his cock still buried in her. For a moment he found peace, a bliss he hadn’t expected.

  But that pent-up desire, the need that had driven him, wasn’t satisfied yet. He released her hip, instead wrapping that arm around her waist, the other reaching up to grip the nape of her neck. He raised her off his cock using the arm around her waist, withdrawing until
only the tip was still inside her. Then he slammed her back down.

  Ariel sucked in air, then let out a little sob. “I think…I think I’m going to come.”

  “You’re going to come on my cock.” Hers had been a bit like a question, but his a statement. A command.

  “I’ve never come from just—”

  Whatever she was going to say was lost when he lifted her, then slammed her down again.

  And again.

  She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him frantically, her mouth moving over his, kissing the corner of his mouth, sucking his lower lip. A savage satisfaction rushed through him as he felt her thighs start to quake. She abandoned kissing him, instead pressing her cheek to his temple, holding him, but not so tightly that he couldn’t manipulate her body, couldn’t lift her up and then pull her down onto his cock.

  His own orgasm was building. He was both impressed by how long he’d held off and bitterly disappointed this was coming to an end. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his discarded tie, and beyond that his kit.

  This didn’t have to be over. Maybe he wasn’t done with that tie for the evening. God, he hadn’t even finished fucking her and he was already thinking of the next time.

  For now what he needed was to make her come. She said she might come just from the fucking, though she never had before. He intended to be the first man to pleasure her this way. And the last.

  Again and again he brought her down onto his cock, making a place for himself within the warm heat of her pussy.

  He cupped her breast, finding her nipple with his thumb. He rolled her nipple then flicked it, listening to her breathing change as he did, learning what she liked.

  “Robert, please,” she begged.

  He didn’t know what she was begging for, but he knew what he needed. He needed to hear her cry out in pleasure. He needed to feel her grip him so tight it felt like she’d never let him go.

  He fucked her harder, finding a rhythm between his cock and the hand on her breast that ensured her breathing was uneven. He kept it up until she was moaning in pleasure each time he thrust in. Then he took her over the edge, gave her that bit of pain that would ensure her pleasure.

  He buried his face against her shoulder and bit her at the same time he pinched her nipple and twisted.

  Ariel moaned—a sound of pure desire. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, and then he was coming, the pleasure he felt with Ariel making him realize he hadn’t really understood the meaning of the word until this moment. They held one another tight as the storm of sensuality passed over and through them.

  Ariel slumped onto him, the last of the tension leaving her body. Reluctantly, he pulled her off his cock. He shifted so he was holding her in his arms, then managed to get up, walking the two steps to the bed. He laid her down in the center. He moved to the small bathroom and took care of the condom. He washed up and rejoined her, not bothering with clothes.

  When she started to curl onto her side he stopped her with gentle hands.

  “No, baby, I want to look at you.” He grasped her knees, forcing her legs apart enough that he could see her core. “You’re going to keep those legs spread because I want to see your pussy.”

  Ariel’s eyes, which had been half closed, widened.

  “Rob?”

  He bent and scooped up his discarded tie, holding it up for her to see. “I’m not done with you.”

  She licked her lower lip, and his dick, which should have been satisfied, twitched.

  “That was what we needed. We needed to fuck. I needed to take you hard and fast. But I didn’t get to take my time the way I wanted,” he informed her. “Now it’s time to play.”

  Chapter Five

  Ariel wasn’t sure she could take another second of his torture. She wanted to reach down and force the bastard sadist to put his cock inside her and end this desperation.

  Which was probably precisely why Robert had used his necktie to secure both of her hands to the headboard of the bed.

  “Just a little more.”

  She bit back a curse as he dragged his tongue over her pussy.

  She was on her knees on the bed, her body stretched out for him. She was sure she looked like she was in prayer, arms together in front of her, her breasts brushing the pillows under them. She would look like a penitent were it not for the man on his back between her legs.

  She glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of them in the mirror. Yes. They were a perverse version of worship.

  No. It wasn’t perverse. It was dirty, but in the sweetest way. Nothing the man had done to her had been without love and affection.

  Though he was slowly driving her mad.

  After he’d dropped her on the bed, he’d made it a point to prove exactly how in control he could be. He’d tied her up and slowly explored every inch of her body. First with his hands, and then his mouth and tongue. She’d thought after that first encounter she would need a little time to recover, but long, languid strokes of his tongue had her in full-on heat again.

  She gripped the necktie she’d bought him for Christmas the year before as she let out a low moan of pure pleasure. She could feel his big body between her legs, broad shoulders forcing her knees wide. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been down there lavishing affection on her pussy, but the world seemed to have faded in that time. There was nothing left but her and Rob and the slow drag of his tongue, the feel of his fingers parting her core so he could spear her with that talented tongue of his.

  He sucked on her clit, his hands moving to the globes of her ass. He wasn’t shy or afraid of anything. At one point earlier, he’d parted her cheeks and played with her asshole. When she’d squirmed at the sensation, he’d slapped her ass and held her down.

  She’d nearly come just from that.

  Something about being dominated during sex flat out did it for her. She could certainly enjoy vanilla sex, but she never got the same soul-deep pleasure she did from D/s sex. If she were writing a paper on the subject she would talk about her strictly regimented childhood and an overwhelming need to both please the people around her and be the absolute best at whatever it was she happened to be doing. At times it was almost pathological. She was always thinking, always trying to improve.

  Not once tonight had she thought of anything but being Robert’s little fuck toy.

  His fingers pressed deep inside her pussy and she was dying. He’d kept her tied up or held down every second. She hadn’t even gotten her mouth on his cock. Her Sir knew what he wanted, and he intended to get it any way he could.

  What would this man be like on a dungeon floor? He would be commanding, demanding. He wouldn’t give her a single moment to think about anything other than pleasing him. He would give her whole nights of pure relaxation.

  She needed him so much. She needed him for the simple fact that she could trust this man with her body and soul. He would take care of her and she would be free to find her subspace.

  She would repay him with perfect submission in the bedroom.

  Even when it drove her to the edge of madness.

  Robert’s tongue worked her clit while his fingers fucked deep inside her, curling up and finding that perfect spot. She gritted her teeth as she started to approach orgasm. This was when he would pull out and start with the gentle licks again, chuckling when she moaned and begged him.

  “Please.” The word came unbidden from her mouth. She couldn’t stop begging him. She needed to come. She was drawn tight, an arrow that needed to be shot.

  “Only because you asked nicely.” He whispered the words against her pussy and then sucked her clit hard.

  She screamed out his name as the wave hit her.

  She was still shaking, the orgasm flooding her system when he slid out from under her, and she heard his feet hit the floor. There was the sound of him opening a condom, and she shivered in anticipation of getting that big dick inside her.

  She looked at the mirror again and caught sight
of him. Six foot two and completely made of muscle. There was nothing at all soft about Robert McClellan. He was a Greek god of a man, and the fact that he had the sweetest smile only made him all the more gorgeous. She’d always known there was another side to her gentleman, a darker side he tried to hide, but she hadn’t imagined he would be so overwhelming.

  He stroked his big cock as he looked at her. As much as he’d been in a hurry that first time, he’d taken things slow since, as though he needed to prove to her that he could be in control, keeping her on the edge for hours and constantly bringing her back, making her need him more and more each moment.

  Even though she’d come mere moments before, she already wanted him again.

  His gaze caught hers through the mirror and a slow, sexy smile crossed his face. He stroked his dick. “Do you see something you like? Because I know I do.”

  Vain man. “Yes. You’re very attractive, Sir.”

  “I’ll try hard to keep my masculine beauty to your high standards because you are beyond attractive.” His hand moved up and down his cock and it seemed to lengthen before her eyes. She hadn’t thought it could get harder, but it did as he squeezed it in his big hand. His thumb rubbed over the head of his cock and she couldn’t miss the pearl of arousal he caught there. He looked down where it gleamed on the pad of his thumb and strode her way. “Taste me.”

  Oh, she could do that. She couldn’t move toward him because he had her trussed up right and proper, but she could open her mouth, let him shove his thumb in. She sucked at it, tasting the salt that had pulsed from his cock. She could use a mouthful of him. “I want to suck you, Sir. You taste good. I want to suck you until you fill my mouth.”

  His face had tightened, showing off that Captain America jawline of his. He was the all-American boy, and that made his filthy as hell Dom persona all the hotter. She was the only one who got to see this side of the man. This piece of Robert was all hers.