Living Hell (Lost and Found Book 2)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  “I’m right in the other room?” I said as I motioned toward the bed.

  My cock was coming to life as I couldn’t take my eyes off what was displayed before me.

  “I know, but these won’t break my heart.”

  So that’s what this was all about. The silent treatment for a week and masturbating without me to watch or get in on the action.

  “I would never do that.”

  “Yes, I know.” She slipped the dildo from her and held it up. “This doesn’t require my undying love to give me an orgasm.”

  I rubbed my face and groaned. This woman was frustrating and sexy and the only one I ever wanted to please.

  “Fine.” I threw my hands up in the air. “We’ll have sex.”

  There was no point in arguing since she was always going to win anyway. Any argument we ever had she won whether she was right or not.

  She lowered her leg and faced me. The wire from the butt plug was swinging like a tail. This was a moment I thought I’d never experience in my life—having an argument with the woman I loved after watching her pull a dildo out of herself.

  She rolled her eyes. “When you put it like that . . .”

  It was hard to take her seriously with her shirt hiked up, her tits out, and a wire coming out her ass.

  She placed something on the counter, and I saw it was attached to that wire. Without thinking, I picked it up.

  “Don’t . . . oh God!” Her eyes rolled back into her head as my thumb pressed a button on the device. The buzzing sound started back up and this time, it was coming from her.

  My eyes widened as Iona leaned against the counter, biting her lip. I fumbled with it and pressed it again, hoping to stop the thing. Instead of silence, the buzzing sound intensified.

  “Fuck. Fuck.” Iona was now gyrating her hips in the air and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  This was the hottest and weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me.

  “What should I do?”

  I stared at her tits in the mirror as her nipples hardened to points. Her eyes were slits as she watched me. She wanted me and even without the butt plug debacle, I knew I wanted to fuck her.

  I reached forward and slipped my hand over her breast, pinching her nipple. She took in a sharp breath between her teeth. Iona was like a masterpiece, and I couldn’t wait to paint her.

  My hands fell fast as I grabbed her hips, shifting her to face me. She didn’t love me, fine. But I was going to do anything in my power to make her change her mind. If Iona wanted to be fucked, then that’s what was going to happen.

  One thing Babette told me about Iona yesterday in my office was that Iona had to be wooed. She didn’t mean necessarily with sex or for love but in general. She needed time to think it over and feel it was worth it.

  I could do that. I could woo Iona. And the best way to do that was with my cock.

  I fell to my knees and spread her legs. She was wet, and I licked my lips in anticipation. She felt warm and soft as I slipped two fingers inside of her, and my cock was insanely jealous.

  “Yeah. Please, Tyler.” Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling my face toward her. I smirked, happy to indulge her with my tongue. When I nipped at her clit, she whimpered. If Heaven existed, then everything tasted like Iona, every flower produced her scent, and each song sounded like her cries of ecstasy.

  It didn’t take long for her to come. The vibrating butt plug got her started before I could take over, but when she came, it was my name on her lips. I slowly let her go and stood holding her close to me.

  She was weak from the climax, so I lifted her in my arms. Moving out of the bathroom, I placed her on the bed.

  “What do you want?” I asked with my cock eagerly awaiting her answer.

  “You.”

  The way Iona said the word, I thought for a moment she really did mean me and not just my cock.

  TWENTY

  Iona

  I MEANT THAT WORD WITH all my heart. That’s what sex allowed me to do—to fall in love for the brief time when our bodies were joined and hormones were riding high.

  I wanted Tyler with every ounce of sweat that dripped from the fantastic orgasm he gave me. He pulled down his black briefs and a tremor from my climax was triggered just by looking at his dick.

  The man was hung. His cock mixed with the butt plug still nestled in my ass was going to make our playtime crazy fun. This was better than Christmas.

  I reached for it but was swatted away before I could grip his delicious member. Waving his finger at me, he said, “Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want.”

  I could have come right then. Tyler taking charge was my weakness. He had been caring and doted on me so far and I loved it. But this was a different side of him—something I didn’t realize I wanted until he waved that sexy finger at me. The same one that minutes ago brought me to orgasm.

  He opened the drawer on the end table and pulled out a condom. With the ease of a 70s cowboy lighting a match on a cigarette commercial, he ripped the wrapper off and rolled it over his gargantuan cock.

  I was relieved he was using a condom. When we had sex a week ago on the picnic table, it bothered me. I mean, the sex didn’t bother me but after I regretted being too wrapped up in the moment and not thinking about safety.

  Seriously though, I couldn’t get over how big he was.

  He stood over me staring at my chest and I realized I still had my shirt on. I ripped it from my body and threw it across the room.

  “Now we’re both naked and ready to do this.” I waved at my pelvis like a model at a car show, eager to point out all the features my pussy had for him.

  His hand landed on my bent knee and grazed a hot trail down until I opened wide for him. My vision blurred when he pushed his fingers back inside me. I shook my head, trying to focus. Tyler had some magic hands.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  I nodded as I was having trouble forming words. His other hand slid over his cock, giving it a few pumps and I nearly lost it. That thing needed to be inside me.

  “You know my pussy could do a much better job than your hand. No offense to your hand, as it does an excellent job on me.”

  The corner of his lips twitched as his knees came to rest on the bed between my thighs.

  “Such a smart-ass.”

  “I am to please.”

  His thumb slid over my clit and that shut me up. The man knew how to work my body. I lifted my hips to give him the hint that I wanted his cock, not his fingers, inside me. He pushed me back down and crawled over top. Now I had nothing inside me, except the butt plug, but it was turned off and I didn’t even have the control in my hand. That’s what I get for being greedy . . .

  My eyes flickered to where it lay on the bed and Tyler’s gaze followed. “Oh, the little bugger that started it all.” He snatched it up, grazing his thumb over it. “I wonder how this feels?”

  I lifted my hips once again. “Amazing.”

  The glint in his eyes as they traveled my body to where the plug was inserted did things to me. I shivered and hoped that he’d stop the teasing and fill me like I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.

  This on- and off-again game we’ve been playing was tiring. I wanted his body and he stared at mine enough times to burn me to ash. We were letting emotions dictate our lives, and I was thankful he was finally seeing the light.

  Sex was fun, especially when emotions weren’t involved.

  “Would I feel this if I was inside you?” Tyler reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and lined it to my soaked lips.

  “Yes. God, yes.” It was more of a beg than an answer to his question, but I knew he’d enjoy the vibrations from the plug.

  Like the adorable, sexy, tortuous asshole that he was, he bit his lip while he traced his tip over me.

  “The only way to find out is to venture inside.” I wrapped my legs around him and gave a helpful push. He poked me with his cock but not in the spot I wanted. “Do you ne
ed help finding it?” There was no hiding the frustration in my voice.

  He chuckled and positioned himself before collapsing on top of me. Brushing his lips over mine, Tyler gave me the sweetest languid kiss as he moved his hips. Inch by torturous inch, he worked to fill me.

  All the men I had been with got straight to work. They rolled on the condom and plowed right inside, but Tyler did none of that. It’s as if he was savoring every second. I had to admit it made everything he did to my body feel incredible.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” Tyler said with a groan in my ear.

  “Ditto.”

  He lifted his head with a half-smile. “Ditto?”

  There was no pause in the action as he questioned me. If anything, he was doing things with his hips that I didn’t think were possible since he was only using his elbow to lift himself. This required Olympic-style athleticism and we were only in the missionary position. My fingers tickled his abs and realized how he was pulling this off without breaking a sweat.

  The man had abs so tight I was afraid he’d cut himself in two with them.

  “How . . . how can you . . . words . . . ?” The butt plug wasn’t even on and I was on the fast track to orgasm city. His free hand slid down my chest as he stared at me like a curious scientist and toyed with my nipple.

  It was evil what he was doing to me—evil and glorious.

  “Because I take care of my body. And now, I can take care of yours, too.”

  That almost made me come.

  He turned on the plug and everything went hazy. My body responded by trying to meet his halfway in the air. I wanted to roll him over and ride Tyler to oblivion.

  “Christ, you weren’t joking. This is incredible,” he said as his forehead fell to my chest.

  I watched as he lifted his head, sweat finally appearing in a fine line across his brow. He looked like a god lost in greatness as his eyes grew hazy. I knew that all the sex I had before him was pathetic compared to how he worked me. The man knew how to use his body for maximum satisfaction. And this lady was grade-A satisfied.

  I scratched my nails up his back like a wild animal because that’s how he made me feel. Tyler trapped me under him, using my body, and I loved every second of it. When his fingers curled into my hair and pulled, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

  This wasn’t some erotic display of beautiful bodies connected. We were like rutting animals unable to get enough of each other. I was slick from sweat, refusing to let go of the man who defiled my body in the best way.

  He groaned as he slammed into me and I heard the sticky slap of our bodies as I came to meet him.

  I was close but needed one more push to be over the edge. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand onto my breast. My nipples were like second clits—but they weren’t delicate flowers, either. I liked it rough and considered adding nipple clamps to my action team.

  As if Tyler could read my mind, he twisted and pinched my nipple at the same time he pulled my hair.

  “Tyler,” I said with a moan as my climax hit hard.

  I had no idea what he was doing to me because I was lost in the darkness of orgasmic bliss. He could be training monkeys to do the can-can and I would have no idea. But whatever Tyler did caused my climax to keep coming.

  I thought when we had sex in our old spot on the edge of town it was good, but this was mind-blowing. No, that’s not right. It was pussy-blowing. I was afraid my vagina would be useless after this—a tattered former shell of its old self.

  Tyler called my name, and I felt him still inside me. He must be coming, too. Would this be our lives now? Stuck together for all eternity in orgasmic bliss.

  As much as I liked that idea, I think I would get hungry from time to time, and then there was sleep. Can a person sleep while climaxing?

  It took a while but eventually, the orgasm faded. I opened my eyes to find Tyler’s body heaped on top of mine—with his magic cock still inside me—as he dotted kisses up and down my neck.

  “You feel so good,” I said and realized he must have turned off the butt plug because my ass wasn’t vibrating anymore.

  Huh. I never liked the after-sex part before. My mind would count down the minutes until the guy got off me and went to put his clothes back on. If he was good in bed, I’d offer him some coffee, but nothing that let the guy believe that he was allowed to stay overnight.

  But the heaviness of Tyler’s body, the heat, and the tiny spasms from his cock inside me was giving me warm, gooey emotions I wasn’t used to.

  “I love your earlobe.” Tyler gave one a nibble to prove his point. Electric sparks shimmied down my neck, causing me to giggle.

  Was I turning into the love-sick idiot I always despised? I couldn’t. It was one really incredible moment of sex. Something to look back on and sigh in pleasure. Use it as spank-bank material but nothing more.

  “I love your cock. That thing should come with a warning sign.”

  Tyler rolled over, taking me with him. In doing so, his cock slipped out and that made me frown. He fit so perfectly inside me.

  Now I was on top of him and could easily get off of him, maybe head to the bathroom to clean up. But, for once in my life, I wanted to stay pressed up against his body.

  “What would the warning say?”

  Tyler smiled and my pussy spasmed. I had to kiss it away for fear I might orgasm without him inside me. But it was worse when I pulled back from the kiss. The smile had gone from devastating to hypnotic. It was lazy, satisfied with how I was reacting.

  “Warning: dick has been known to cause explosive orgasms. Pussy may be destroyed when engaged.”

  The rumble of laughter that barreled out of his mouth made me happy. It seemed anything Tyler did at this moment caused the butterflies in my chest to come to life. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed us to our side. Basically, I was a puppet in his arms. My body was useless, and he would have to be my caretaker from now on.

  “I hope your pussy isn’t destroyed because I’ve only begun with your birthday orgasming pleasure.”

  Of all the grins he gave me tonight, this was my favorite. It was devilish and I knew my heart—and probably my vagina—wouldn’t survive the night.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Tyler

  “SO, YOU’RE IN LOVE?” Austen asked as we sat on the bench inside the police station.

  I nodded because it was true, not for show. As if I needed to say it out loud to pull off the fake engagement but because I felt it in my bones. Iona and I were meant to be together. The story fed to the public was fake but how my heart skipped a beat when Iona was near was undeniably real.

  “Yes.”

  Since Iona and I had sex on her birthday a week ago, it’s been everything I dreamed of when I was young. My fantasies were naïve and over-the-top back then. I imagined she’d smile at me when I woke up next to her in bed or give me a kiss as I left for work in the morning or even help me straighten my tie after I got dressed. Sweet images that caused my chest to flutter.

  And it’s not like those things didn’t happen over the past week because they did. The only difference was now she was naked in them. And the one where she smiled as I woke, that wasn’t as innocent as I first imagined eleven years ago—it’s hard to smile when you have a dick in your mouth.

  That’s right. Iona woke me in the morning with a blow job. She was a dream come true.

  It felt like a lifetime ago when she was ignoring me. Even when we were young and she moved to the other side of the country seemed like another life.

  “Then why are we here? It’s not like you need your stuff.”

  He was more irritable than usual. I think part of the problem was that the diner was only open on weekends for the next few weeks because a celebrity chef was in town filming there.

  If Austen couldn’t get his daily pancake fix, he turned into a moody dick, and I meant that in the friendliest way possible. I loved the guy, but sugar was his drug of choice and he was jonesing.


  “Have you thought about having sex for that problem?”

  His eyes widened. “What?” He glanced around. No one was paying attention to us, far too busy doing officer things. Especially Edwina Black, the first female cop of Fire Lake. She’s one year away from retirement, so she’s on front desk duty. She earned the cushy front desk job from dealing with asshole perps and sexist cops over the past thirty years. I knew this because every time she came into the diner, she told everyone she ran into.

  “You’re grumpier than normal. Look at me. I was uptight before Iona came back, and now . . .” I leaned back and placed my hands behind my head.

  “You were never uptight. A bit of a man-child, but never uptight. Now you’re just a gloating man-child.”

  Someone was jealous.

  “And no, I’m not jealous.” Austen shook his head.

  “Whoa, did you just read my mind?”

  He rolled his eyes. “No, it’s just easy to predict what a man-child is thinking.”

  “Anyway, we’re here because the guys stole my furniture. Sure, they were cheap mega-chain pieces of furniture, but it’s the principle. I trusted those guys to be in my home and move my things. Instead, they broke that trust and ran away with everything.”

  He shook his head. I noticed his thick head of dark hair was a mess. Not his usual combed to perfection style.

  “But why cheap furniture? I mean, if they were going to steal stuff, wouldn’t they take expensive things?”

  That was odd. Surely, they would’ve tried to rob Carter. After all, he’s related to billionaires.

  “I’m sure Sheriff Heart will be able to answer those questions. It’s not like I need the furniture now, but Garrison might require some information from me.”

  As if on cue, the man himself, Sheriff Garrison Heart stepped through a door next to Officer Black’s desk. He was a few years older than me, and I remember he was a senior in high school when I was a freshman. He was cool then and even cooler now.