by Avery Flynn
“Why don’t you let me get a good look at what I’m working with.” She sank to her knees, sliding one palm across his length, the barrier of his pants practically nonexistent at the heat of her touch. “Oh, I’m going to need to look at this up close.”
He went for his zipper, but she slapped his hand away. The defiance made his balls tighten. “Careful there, I can only be pushed so far.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice breathy as she inched his zipper down. “I know how much you value control.” She slipped her hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking them down millimeter by achingly slow millimeter until his cock sprang free. “I’ll only push you to your limit, and then I’ll nudge you the rest of the way into blissful oblivion.”
Of course she would. Ruby wouldn’t ever be satisfied with some, she wanted it all, and he wanted to give it to her.
“You’re trouble.”
She winked up at him. “The absolute best kind.”
He believed it already, but then she proved it.
She gripped his shaft with both hands, her fingers firm enough to let him imagine just how tight she’d be when he finally buried himself in her, and her pink tongue darted out and circled his head. Keeping her big gray eyes focused on him, she did it again, this time lapping up the salty pre-come waiting for her. Pleasure shivered up his spine, and the world stopped spinning. When her tongue retreated and the tiniest bit of blood circulated back to his brain, all he could do was stare down as she did it again.
This wasn’t just a blow job, not for either of them. They might spend the rest of their lives pretending for the rest of the world, but right now, this moment? This was for them, it was their truth.
Unable to keep his hands to himself, he wound his fingers into her wet strands of hair, so cool to his overheated touch. He didn’t tug her forward or surge into her sweet mouth. Not yet. This wasn’t a meaningless hookup or an adrenaline-fueled release. He would take, oh God would he, but not until he was sure the woman naked and on her knees before him was ready. Then he was going to show her what happened when someone tried to nudge him into blissful oblivion.
“So beautiful.”
She did an undulating move with her tongue and, unable to help it, he tightened his grip on her hair. The approving hum she made around his cock made his knees buckle. He did it again, so did she.
“You like that, do you?” He fisted her hair, pulling down so she was forced to look up at him.
She nodded as she moved her mouth up and down his hard length, the motion and her answer adding to the heady anticipation live in the air.
“What else do you like? This?” Taking his time, he slid his cock into her mouth before pulling back and then repeating the process going deeper and deeper until he bumped up against her throat.
Desire darkened her gray eyes.
“Yes, you do.” He released her hair, moving his palm so it cupped the side of her head. “Maybe if you’re good, you’ll get some more later.” He pulled out of her, defying the delicious suction that sent jolts of ecstasy through him. “Right now I have other plans for you.”
…
Lust, hot and sure, slid through Ruby, melting away everything except for Lucas and the dangerous promise in his words. The taste of him still on her lips, she took one last long lap from the base to the head before rocking back onto her heels and staring up at him. She had a damn good idea about what he had in mind, but nothing took the place of hearing the dirty words from his talented lips.
“What plans are those?” It was supposed to come out teasing but ended up breathless and needy, just like her.
He dragged the callused pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “Total honesty. You want it, you ask for it.”
“And you’ll give it to me?” Desire pooled in her stomach and spread outward with its molten fingers touching her everywhere at once. “Whatever I want tonight.”
One side of his mouth curled up in a cocky grin. “Exactly.”
It was too much to accept. That’s not how things worked with her, definitely not on Fare Island where most people only wanted something from her, not for her.
“Does it work the other way, too?” She stood, taking her time and sliding her hands over his thick thighs, past the indent above his hips that she couldn’t wait to lick and over to his hard pecs. “Are you going to ask for what you want?”
She’d never wanted to hear a yes so badly in her whole life. And like an ass, he didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth to all points south before taking the lazy route back up. Everything about it was deliberately, maddeningly, deliciously slow, and it made her core clench with denied want. Finally, he reached out and touched her, a light caress of his fingers across her hard nipple, just enough to draw out a tortured moan.
His responding grin was all sex appeal and naughty promise. “It wouldn’t be any fun if we couldn’t both be honest.”
“So…” She let the word hang in the electrified air between them as she stalked around him, trailing her fingers over his broad shoulders until she stood behind him. His beautiful ass called out to her hands, but he’d be expecting that. She raised herself up onto her tiptoes and nipped at his earlobe. “What do you want?”
His muscles quivered under her touch, the first sign that his control was close to breaking. “Everything.” He took his wallet out of his pants and removed a condom before dropping it on the counter. “But you can start with taking my pants the rest of the way off and then turning that shower back on.”
The urge to whip his pants down and drag him into the shower nearly overwhelmed her, but she couldn’t give in. If he wanted to torture her with a sensual tease, she was going to return the favor. She floated her hands down his sinewy back, enjoying the play of his muscles, tense with the effort of staying still under her touch. Her fingers slid along the taut lines of his lean hips, the sound of his muttered curses followed by a harsh groan sending a rush through her. Right on the edge of too soon and too late, she reaching his waistband. Keeping her greedy fingers away from his velvety, hard cock was hell, but she couldn’t, not yet. She lowered herself along with his clothes as she tugged them down his strong legs, giving in and letting her tongue trace a line across his high, firm ass, before standing back up and sauntering into the large shower. The wrist linked to his held halfway out of the shower.
Warm water rained out of the nozzle, not that it mattered. The heat Lucas was giving off would have warmed an arctic shower. Holding her hand under the spray, she turned toward him. “Are you going to come in and get me all wet?”
“We both know you already are.” He slipped on the condom and strode into the shower. He was hard and rigid, everywhere from the tightness in his jaw to the hard line of his shoulders to the thick length of him she couldn’t wait to have inside her. “Soft, slick, and waiting for me.”
She couldn’t deny it. Didn’t even want to.
Water clung to his skin as he stared down at her with an intensity that sent a hot wave of desire through her, obliterating the rest of the world outside the shower stall. Never looking away from her, he lifted a hand but instead of touching her, he reached past her to the bar of soap resting in a niche. Amusement glittering in his eyes, he dropped the bar into her hands.
Of all the things he could have done at this moment, passing the soap was the last one she’d expected. She stared at the pale-blue bar and then back up to his vivid aquamarine eyes, made even more so by how the water had turned his dark hair black. “What? You want me to wash your back?”
“And the rest of me, but not my cock.” He grinned.
The smart-ass man actually grinned at her and the glimpse at the ornery side of him just made her nipples pucker to painful points. She didn’t know how, but one way or another she was going to get him back for this, even if she couldn’t keep the smile off her own face.
“So you have a clean kink?”
“No.” The teasing look in his e
yes disappeared, replaced by something hotter, hungrier, and more than a little dangerous. “I want to see how long I can draw this out before you’re begging me to slide my fat length between your slick folds and fuck you until you come so hard you scream my name.”
Playing it a helluva lot cooler than her overheated, desire-drenched body felt, she arched an eyebrow and rubbed the slippery bar between her hands. “The only question is which one of us will be begging for that first.”
…
Right up until the moment when Ruby rubbed her soap-covered palms down his abs, Lucas knew the answer to that question. As soon as she made contact, though, he realized it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t take anymore of her teasing touches and had her splayed open and pressed against the wet tile.
“What’s this from?” She circled the round scar above his heart.
“Hazing.” He could still smell the burning flesh and taste the blood from where he’d bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from uttering even the slightest groan of pain.
Her eyes rounded. “The Silver Knights do that?”
“No, the gang I joined in secondary school did.” In his neighborhood, it was the best route for survival, so he’d taken it. And if it hadn’t been for a short stint in juvenile detention, he would have probably died in that gang.
“And this one?” Her thumb traced down the three-inch jagged scar along his rib cage before following it up with a trio of butterfly kisses.
“Not dodging in time.” Good thing he’d learned fast or that first mission with the Elskov special forces would have been his last.
Her hands wandered down to his hips where her fingertips came close enough to his straining cock to make it ache but not enough to do anything about it, because for once, she was following his orders. The irony wasn’t lost on him even as he fisted his hands to keep from reaching out for her. If he could touch her without ending up on his knees begging, he would, but that wasn’t going to happen.
So instead of being able to distract her with a caress, he let her turn him around so his back was to her. Might as well get it over so he wouldn’t scare her later. He knew the moment she saw his last birthday present from his mother. She let out a soft gasp and sketched a finger over the belt-width scar tissue that crossed from one shoulder to his spine.
“And this?” Anger and sympathy mixed together so completely in two simple words, but no pity.
“Another time.” He forced the dark memories back into the hole they’d crawled out of and focused on the woman in behind him. “Are you going to soap up your favorite parts of my body or will you get the rest of me too?”
Her hesitation hung in the air, and for a second he figured she’d ask for more. Instead, her hands sailed down to his ass and she cupped both cheeks in her firm grip, sending a shot of lust straight to his dick.
“I think they’re all my favorite parts.” She slid her hands around to his hips and closed the space between them so her full tits pressed against his back. Her light touch was an agonizing glory against his skin. “I love these V lines you have above your hips.” She walked her fingers down his thighs, every nerve in his body reacting in sync to her touch. “And these, fuck, a girl could spend her day just admiring them.” Back up went her clever fingers to his abs as she kissed her way up his spine. “You should consider hiring these out for people to do their laundry on. And this…” Fast as lightning she encircled him and gripped him tight and snug. “Might be my most favorite one of all.”
The slow stroke she followed her words up with, going from the base to his swollen head and then swiping her slick thumb over the drop of pre-come on the slit, made him go momentarily blind. The woman was good, too good. Another few seconds and he’d be begging her. That wasn’t how he’d planned to have this play out.
Ignoring his body’s protests and the utter lunacy of the act, he unwrapped her fingers from around his shaft. “You’re not playing by the rules.”
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. “I think you get off on teasing me.”
God did he. Watching that heated flush crawl up her skin and the way her nipples pebbled did something to him. Seeing her pleasure was almost as big a turn on as watching her go down to her knees in front of him and lick her lips before taking him into her tempting mouth.
“There are benefits to drawing things out and slowing them down.” And he was quickly forgetting each and every one of them.
“Like what?”
She ran her fingers down his chest and traced the outline of his abs and then followed the narrow trail of hair down to the base of his cock, the whole time giving him a flirty dare of a look challenging him to stop her. No doubt, she thought that was all she had to do to make him give in and beg. If only she knew how close she really was to making him do just that.
“The benefits? How about this.” He grazed the back of a finger over her almost-hard nipple, circling the nub with a knuckle.
She gasped and bit down on her bottom lip. He wasn’t the only one teetering on the edge.
“Or this.” He dipped his head down and licked a water droplet from the hollow at the base of her throat before following its wet trail up the side of her neck to the sensitive spot behind her earlobe. Earlier she’d nipped at him, returning the favor was only proper.
He’d barely razed the edge of his teeth across her skin when she moaned, and he sucked the tender spot again. His balls ached. His dick was screaming at him. The caveman determined to claim her howled for more. Still, he wanted to take her higher.
“Definitely this.” His fingers glided down her spine, over the curve of her ass and down to the back of her thighs.
She trembled beneath his fingertips. “Lucas.” She called out his name in a desperate whisper.
In response to her plea, he curled his hands around the back of her legs, lifted her up so his cock nestled in the heat of her soft, wet folds, and pressed her back against the shower wall. “Without a doubt this.”
Sensation ripped up his body at the same time that all of his blood rushed south. Good didn’t begin to explain the feeling making his balls tighten in anticipation.
Ruby let her head fall back against the tile wall and her mouth opened. She moaned, her moan—the one that said she was close just from the pressure of his dick sliding against her core and bumping against her clit.
“You’re making that sound again, Ruby. Are you trying to make me go faster?”
She nodded and rocked her hips forward, hard against him. “Yes.”
“There’s only one way for that to happen.” He clamped a hand down on her hip, forcing her to stop. Yes, he was being an asshole, but she had to say it. She had to want it and go after what she wanted. For once, she needed to take what she needed and to hell with what was in it for anyone else. “You have to tell me what you want.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”
It wasn’t begging, but he wasn’t going to parse down to the nitty-gritty when he was this close to heaven. “How?”
Ruby cupped the back of his head and jerked his face close to hers. “So well that I’ll never forget it.”
Now that was a challenge he couldn’t wait to accept.
…
Ruby couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much. “Please, Lucas. I need—”
The word was barely past her lips when he slid into her, filling her up in one long, slow thrust that nearly took her over the edge into the beautiful abyss. He was everywhere, surrounding her. His hands on her ass. His mouth on her neck. His chest pressed against the sensitive peaks of her nipples. He stretched her, making her beg for more even though she wasn’t sure she could take it. Then he moved, withdrawing and thrusting with exquisite, maddening slowness that had her whimpering in his arms.
“Does that feel good, Ruby?” he asked, his words hot against her skin. “Is this what you want?”
Want? It was too tame of a word for this.
It wasn’t mindless fucking. It was more. “God yes.”
They moved together, the water pouring over their bodies, as time lost its meaning. Each touch, each kiss, each caress took forever and a heartbeat at the same time.
“I could get lost in you,” Lucas said as he surged inside her. “You feel so good.”
She couldn’t describe how it felt. It was too much coming at her at once, building up with each slide of him in and out. It was agony and ecstasy twisted into electric vibrations that took away her ability to do anything but rock against him as she clung to his wet shoulders and cried out her desperation in unintelligible moans. Her whole world tightened to the point where they were joined and his voice as he whispered in her ear, urging her on and telling her to take what she wanted, all of it.
“You’re close, you’re wrapped so unbelievably tight around me right now.” His hand dipped down between them, the rough pad of his thumb finding her clit, circling it and taking her past the point of no return. “That’s it, Ruby. Let it go. Come all over me.”
As if she could stop herself. Release crashed into her, rippling outward in titanic waves that washed away everything but the man she clung to as if her life depended on it.
“So.” He thrust into her as her core continued to clench around him. “Fucking.” Another slide into her until he was buried so deep there was no him without her. “Hot.” A third stroke, deep and hard, and he came with her name a rough groan torn from his lips.
The world came back into focus breath by breath, a little bit at a time. The white tile. The warm water splashing against them. The steam fogging up the glass bricks surrounding the shower. Beyond that was the rest of Fare Island, her family, and the covert operation that had brought them here in the first place. It was amazing how something so close could feel so far away when she was in Lucas’s arms.
The unmistakable sound of a cell phone vibrating against a countertop snuck its way into their hidden spot. His body stiffened. She’d never hated anything as much as she hated that fucking phone right now.
“Duty calls,” she said as she lowered her shaky legs to the shower floor.
