by Brandi Evans
“This isn’t hurrying?” she murmured. Her breathy, high-pitched tone was so sexy that his erection tightened to the point that one touch, one stroke might set him off.
“Tilt your hips forward and stand with your legs wide for me,” he instructed. “I’m a big man. I need lots of room to work.”
She obeyed his command without hesitation. The sound of her laughter was so breathless, so fucking sexy that he probably had about two minutes before the need to cram his cock into her scorching wetness overpowered him.
Palms flat against the skin of her lower belly, he eased apart the folds covering her slit, exposing her clit to the cold air. Mmm. He drew in a deep breath, the musky scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, and then pressed a gentle kiss to her distended clit.
“Seth,” she moaned. “Still haven’t gotten lucky yet. I want to get lucky. Need to.”
“I’m getting there,” he told her before finally making full mouth-to-pussy contact. He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, his tongue exploring her folds before sliding into her channel—in and out, in and out, in and out. Wet and hot didn’t even begin to describe her core. She was fucking ripe, so past ready for his cock.
Her juices dripped from her opening, and he couldn’t help but lap up as much of the honeyed liquid as he could. She intoxicated him. The sweetness of strawberries with a hint of blissful tang. He didn’t know which he liked best—her taste or her smell.
“Almost lucky,” she panted, her voice soft above him, her fingers twining in his hair and pushing his face deeper into her center. “Almost.”
He pulled her hands from his hair and moved them to her own pussy. “Hold yourself open for me.”
“Seth—”
“Just do it.”
This time, she complied, and he latched onto her clit again, drawing it into his mouth. He slid a hand to the apex of the curls he was getting to know so intimately and eased two fingers through her slick folds and jammed then deep into her cunt.
“Jesus,” she moaned. “Sweet fuck. I’m about to come again.”
So was he.
His cock pulsed hard against his pants, begging to join in on the fun. He’d planned to torture Lyn a little bit longer before taking her, but he didn’t think he had the willpower to deny his dick any longer. And then, he realized Lyn was coming.
Her inner muscles convulsed around his thrusting fingers, and she pumped her hips forward. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!”
He drove his fingers deeper into her wetness, stroking her inner walls. Her knees wobbled. Her hand slapped the edge of something hard and metallic—the shelving maybe?—as if she were trying to keep her balance.
Afraid she’d fall, he pushed to his feet and held her limp form against his hip while unbuckling his pants and shoving them down just far enough to take her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, grabbing hold of her ass and lifting her.
She responded slowly, but she responded. She even went a step further by reaching down and holding his dick steady as he thrust upward.
He slid his glans into her tight, wet pussy. She was so, so… “Fucking perfect!” he groaned.
Lyndi moaned, a hint of laughter in the tortured sigh. “Fucking perfect,” she echoed.
A mixture of hormones and total, blinding pleasure clogged in his throat. The reaction of his initial thrust was so intense that he feared he’d stop breathing—and he wasn’t even fully inside her yet.
How could he have gone forever without this?
Arms straining, he lifted her then slid her deeper onto his length. No wonder humans preferred sex as their method of copulation. Seth finally saw the wisdom in the Angelic Code that forbade angel-human interaction. If other angels knew how damn good it felt to assume a human body and take a human lover, then they’d never get any work done. The angels would turn into an army of sex-addicted maniacs. They’d spend all their time seducing their next mark instead of helping, protecting, and guiding people.
“So hot.” Lyndi released his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck as he eased her farther down his length. “Every time we touch…feel like I’m touching the…business end of an i-i-iron—oh God!”
Her body clenched as if she were in pain, as if he were too much for her. “Relax, Lyn,” he breathed. “Relax.”
She did, and with one more lift-and-slide, he filled her, his cock wrapped tightly in her willing pussy.
“Seth.” She gripped him with her entire body. “Shit! Shit!”
Sudden fear seized him, the words she’d spoken moments earlier swirling in his brain. Business end of an iron. What if, because of his angelic physiology, some weird physical or chemical reaction occurred when they touched? What if he harmed her with a passion greater than her body was designed to withstand?
And the most significant question of all, why in the name of the Divine did he think of this now, while he was buried so fantastically inside of her?
Four
Sweet.
Heavenly.
Fuck.
Seth was huge. Not that she was complaining, but a little lube would be nice right about now.
There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain. She never knew how accurate the saying was until Seth’s enormous cock was jammed so exquisitely inside her.
She squeezed her arms around Seth’s neck like a boa constrictor devouring her first meal after a year-long fast. Simultaneously, she relaxed her inner muscles and tilted her hips forward, grinding herself against him as much as she could given her position, which didn’t allow her to do much more than get fucked.
And she was totally okay with that.
She smiled into the crevice of Seth’s neck. “I definitely consider myself lucky now,” she breathed, her lips brushing against the point where his neck met his shoulder. “You feel so fucking incredible inside me.” She pumped her hips forward again, tightening and releasing her legs around his waist. Shit, she needed more friction! “Are you waiting for an invitation to start banging me? If so, please consider yourself invited.”
“I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you,” he whispered.
He said what now?
Her forehead found his in the darkness. “Is this because of your size? Sure, I might be a little sore tomorrow but—”
“No. It’s… I’ve never done this before. I mean, like this. With someone like you.”
Someone like her? Brunette? Short? Easy?
She wanted to lash out, but nothing in the inflection of Seth’s voice sounded judgmental or negative. If only she could see his eyes, his expression.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“It’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not,” she countered, trying to salvage a moment that had been fifteen-stars-out-of-ten until two seconds ago. “You’re here. Your cock’s inside of me, which feels fucking incredible by the way. Things don’t get any simpler than this.”
“What if I—”
“Hurt me? Then I’ll tell you to stop, but right now, stopping is the last thing I want you to do, okay?” She tugged on his hair to make sure they were face to face, even if the darkness made the move symbolic. “Let go of whatever is tethering you to this insanity and fuck me, Seth.”
That did the trick.
He wedged her against the wall—holy shittin’ sheepdogs that was cold—and let himself go. He took her fast, hard, pumping his cock into her until she was riding the edge between incredible pleasure and mind-numbing climax. Each thrust stretched and stimulated her. Every plunge stole nearly every ounce of breath from her lungs, and it was the best fucking fucking she’d ever experienced!
“That’s more…like…it,” she panted.
He kissed her neck, traced his lips along the thundering vein in her throat. “I’m about to blow.” He sucked in a breath. “Come for me again, Lyn. Come for me now.”
His words were sweet, agonizing ignition.
She screamed his name as every muscle in her body was paraly
zed with pleasure. Her climax crashed down on her, the intensity sending massive shock waves through her body, and through it all, Seth never stopped, never slowed. He hammered into her, his powerful thrusts an overpowering accelerant that pushed her higher than she knew was possible.
When, at last, she feared she might get drunk from the passion, his fucking lost rhythm. “Lyndi,” Seth panted, body going stiff as his own orgasm seized him. “Lyn!”
Her head rolled back, the excruciating bliss suspending her in time. If she died right now, she’d die a happy woman.
Somewhere beyond her closed eyes, a bright light burned to life, so bright that, if she opened her eyes now, she feared she might never see again. Her mind spun as if she might black out, but she didn’t care.
When at last she could wrench her eyes open, blackness greeted her. Whatever “light” she thought she’d seen a moment ago must have been her imagination. Still, she had to ask.
“Did you see that?”
“See what?” Seth whispered, voice brimming with the aftereffects of his climax.
“A brilliant, white light—there for a second and then gone.”
His body stiffened. “A light?”
Great. Now he thought she was crazy. Hell, she probably was. “Never mind. I guess I was caught up in the brilliance of my orgasm. I’m sure it was my imagination.”
But she hadn’t noticed anything odd when she’d orgasmed on the deck. That climax, however, hadn’t been close to the same intensity as this one.
Seth nuzzled her neck. “Is climax always like that for you? With you?”
“Never. This was…I don’t know. Fifty degrees hotter than any sex I’ve ever had?”
He drew the lobe of her ear into his mouth. A familiar wanting buzzed to life again between her legs, where he was still embedded within her. Did they have time for another—
No.
No.
Of course, they didn’t. They’d been gone too long as it was. Much longer and her sisters would surely send out a search party for them.
“Not that I don’t want to stay here, with you wedged so perfectly inside me for, well, ever, we should get back out on the hunt. Hopefully, they’ve already found Jo-Jo, and we can go back to my place for round two. You can make me come in an actual bed next time. Novel concept, huh?”
He laughed but didn’t seem too keen on leaving yet. His incredible lips were on the move again. They connected with her mouth for another of those otherworldly kisses she was growing quickly addicted to, the kind that made her forget her senses and sent her body screaming into uncontrollable overdrive.
She clenched her sex around his dick, enjoying how slick their joined bodies had become. Seth was still hard—or maybe getting harder again. She couldn’t be sure. The only thing she was sure of was that she wanted him again. She wanted him naked in her bed, wanted to explore every inch of his incredible body, wanted to discover him in the way her artist’s eye discovered the often unobserved colors and textures of the world around her.
She pulled back from their kiss. “Why don’t we press the pause button for a minute, just long enough to make our excuses to my family?” She couldn’t keep her fingers out of his hair or her lips away from the muscles of his corded neck. “Then…round two.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long before I take you again.” He withdrew his mostly hard cock about half of its length then slid back home. “I want to make you lucky again.”
“Seth,” she sighed, already feeling her willpower draining. “My family—”
“Can wait. I can’t. Being with you is pure heaven, Lyn. And I’ve been away from heaven so long.”
Lyndi held Seth in the wake of another climax and tried to keep from grinning like a drunk dullard. And failed. Then again, three mind-altering orgasms in a one-hour span—four if she counted the one on the deck—could do that to a girl.
Somehow, their second time had been infinity times better than the first. Lasted longer too. But none of the sweaty physical moments had been as moving as what Seth had said to her just before round two.
“Being with you is pure heaven, Lyn. And I’ve been away from heaven so long.”
Maybe she was crazy, but the absolute bliss in his voice when he’d spoken those words was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. As if he’d never uttered a more accurate statement in his life, as if being with her was close to heaven for him. The notion might be crazy, but something about this man made her want to act with her heart instead of her head.
She might as well admit it now—she was falling for Seth Jones. Hard. In one night. She was an emotional idiot, but at the moment, she was also a happy idiot.
Seth nuzzled her neck in the darkness, pressed a series of kisses from her shoulder to her lips. “Mmm, that was incredible.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I was the one on the receiving end of your cock, remember? The one that kept screaming your name.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Oh, I most certainly remember.”
His lips claimed hers in another thorough kiss, and she tightened her arms and legs around him. How would any other man ever be able to measure up to this man? Literally.
Smiling to herself, she reveled in the way his spent cock still filled her so exquisitely. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear he was already hard again. Seth had a mega recovery thing going on, and if they didn’t get out of here right now, they’d probably be fucking again in about ten seconds.
No probably about it. They would be fucking again.
“We have to get out of here,” she whispered. “We’ve already been gone too long.”
“I know. I just don’t want to let you go yet.”
“Me either. But look on the bright side. The sooner we tell my family bye, the sooner we can get to my place, and you can make me come again.”
He kissed her. “Sounds like fun.”
“Yeah,” she drawled. “But I think I’ll go down on you first. Ya know, even up the orgasmic count for the night.” She squeezed her sex around his length. “I’m dying to get my mouth on your cock. No reason my pussy should get to have all the fun, huh?”
More laughter. “I think I’ve discovered the one thing dirtier than your vocabulary. Your mind!”
“What?” she returned with mock innocence. “Are you saying you don’t want a blowjob?”
“Lyn, Lyn. What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of a few things.”
She liked him this way, all joking and flirtatious, not brooding and subdued like he’d been during the pre-sex portion of the evening. Not that she’d found that Seth unattractive either. Obviously. She’d pretty much wanted to do him from the get-go.
“But not here,” she said. “Not this time. I want you horizontal.”
Keeping her arms tight around his neck, she released the death grip her thighs had on his waist and his cock slid free. Her pussy immediately missed the warmth of him, just like the rest of her would when he left to go back to wherever he lived.
A sudden flow of tears threatened. Why was fate so cruel? To send her a near-perfect man—near-perfect because he was keeping something from her—and then make sure his presence in her life was only temporary.
Fate was a fucking, kill-her-own-mama bitch.
Glad Seth couldn’t see the sudden sadness she knew must have seized her, she held his hand as she knelt and felt around for her dress. She’d known walking into this shed that anything between them had an expiration date. Too bad her heart hadn’t heeded the “Caution: Beware of Falling in Love” signs along ecstasy’s highway.
Found the dress.
Her suddenly sour mood was of her own making. Seth wasn’t to blame. She’d protect him from knowing how much she—
Motherfucking shit-storm!
Protection! As in she and Seth hadn’t used any.
No, no, no, no, no! She was such an idiot. Right this minute, one of his sperm might be getting frisky with one of her naive lit
tle eggs. No wonder everything had been so fucking wet. He’d come inside her.
Twice!
Oh, this was not happening. Not now, not when her life was going well again—when the past’s dark hold on her didn’t feel as if it would suffocate her with every breath she took.
Seth’s hand dropped on her shoulder. “Lyn, what’s wrong? I felt you—”
“We forgot to use a condom. Shit. I can’t believe I forgot. Oh fuck. What if—”
“Hey.” He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “It’s gonna be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
She nodded, but his words didn’t exactly bring her comfort. Together? How were they supposed to deal with this kind of potential pitfall together once he went back to wherever he called home? After all, Daryl had bolted at the first mention of pregnancy. Why wouldn’t Seth? Unlike Daryl, she and Seth weren’t in any kind of committed relationship.
“We have to get out of here.” Her voice sounded as if it had flatlined. Would she ever stop screwing her life up?
She pulled on her dress and then her coat. She wasn’t ready to be pregnant again. Maybe she’d never be ready. Losing her child had just been too painful.
When they’d dressed, they exited the shed and Lyndi relocked the door. In the glow of moonlight, Seth looked calm and a little too collected. How could he be so unruffled by a potential pregnancy, especially when she was about to crawl out of her skin?
“If it makes you feel any better,” Seth began, “I’m clean. Disease-wise.”
Great, one terror off her plate. “What if I get, ya know—?” She couldn’t even say the p-word out loud.
“Like I said,” he whispered, his voice soft, gentle, “we’ll figure it out when, and if, we reach that bridge, okay?”
She nodded, and when he wrapped his arms around her, she let him pull her close. She felt so small in his embrace, but she also felt safe, so much so that she wanted to believe him. She truly did. But men weren’t wired to—
Seth tensed, and all Lyndi’s still-lingering hope for a happy-ever-after came screeching to a halt. Here it came. The freak-out she’d been expecting all along.
