by Jayne Rylon
It took her a second to reengage her mind. “Oh. Because you’re over me? I guess not.”
His smile encouraged her.
“I like the way you feel. Don’t stop, Luke.”
Chapter Thirteen
“You got it.” Along the way back to her mouth, he dallied. First, he dragged his parted lips over her shoulder then along her collar bone before meandering up her neck.
Brielle canted her head to grant him better access. She shivered, loving every instant he explored. When he discovered a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear, she cried out. Her entire body flexed and hummed.
Next thing she knew, her fingers had twined in his hair as she directed his talented tongue to exactly the right location.
He seemed to key in on her reaction, suckling lightly at first, then harder when they both came to the realization that she preferred a bit of sting along with the stimulation.
“You know,” Luke whispered as he paused to catch his breath. “If I keep this up, you’ll have to wear your hair loose or everyone will see my mark on you.”
“I’m certainly not ashamed of this.” She stroked his hair.
“Me either. I just thought I should warn you I’m about to paint the proof of our liaison on your skin.”
“Why does it sound like you like that idea?” Wonder added to the pleasure he conferred. He didn’t just not mind if people knew they were fooling around. He actually considered advertising it.
His possessiveness should have terrified her, a big-time turnoff. Somehow it was different, though, from the vile ownership Brad had deemed his right.
“I do. I’m so fortunate I can hardly believe it. A seriously lucky bastard.”
This was honor and glorification of a symbiotic exchange. Not an iron-fisted ruler branding his chattel. His consideration only enamored her further, placing her fully under his spell.
“Do it.” Brielle gulped when he surrounded her throat with his long fingers, positioning her.
“You’re sure you don’t mind being mine?” The pad of his thumb swept over her parted lips.
“Not if you’re mine too.” A fierce urge overcame her when he peered into her eyes.
“For as long as you’ll keep me.” Luke shocked her by placing his compulsion on hold. He released her then lunged forward, bracing himself above her and inclining his chin to offer himself for her indulgence.
Brielle bit her lip instead. “I feel like a vampire.”
“A sexy vampire?” he chuckled.
“Gross. Drinking blood is not my thing.”
A strangled laugh gushed from him. “I thought all girls were into that crap, aren’t they?”
“I prefer doctors.” She applied her mouth to the vulnerable area over his carotid artery.
“Harder, Cookie.” Luke presented himself more fully, pressing against her open mouth. “I want something that won’t fade quickly. Something that lasts.”
His wishes vibrated her lips and thrilled her, inside and out.
Happy to oblige, she dedicated herself to kissing him, suckling the salt and night air from his skin. If only it was as easy as this to guarantee their future. Maybe after tomorrow’s session, he’d change his mind. If so, he’d have one hell of a hickey to remind him of the promises he’d made and broken.
Brielle rubbed the flat of her tongue over the spot, soothing it before she withdrew, grinning.
“I bet I can do better.” He devoured her smug smile in an exhibition of what was to come.
She couldn’t believe just an hour ago she had been moping, convinced she’d never experience this rush again. And here they were. She hoped she never had to go without his brightness.
When she tapped on his shoulder, he disengaged with a groan. Tipping her chin up, she enticed him to put his boasting to the test.
Pressure developed into an almost-pain that was really a gluttony of rapture. She writhed on the table, causing the uneven legs to skip and the surface to rock.
“Oh my God. What are you, part Dyson vacuum?” Brielle squirmed, trying to get closer or put some distance between them, she couldn’t say.
“Hold still.” Luke’s murmur garbled due to his mouthful of her neck. He banded his hands around her waist and forced her to comply.
She jerked, but couldn’t escape. Though she tried to elude his grasp, she couldn’t. Her breathing went spasmodic and she clawed at his back.
But just as he recognized that he’d tripped her panic button and began to retreat, something else in her gave way, venting all the terror and combined yearning. A barrage of sensation rained down on her. She flew apart, shattering into a million dazzling shards. Surprised, both of them simply rode out her orgasm, staring directly into each other’s eyes.
“Oh, Cookie.” He finally came back to life, blanketing her then peppering her with a mix of sweet and fiery kisses, caresses and hugs. “I get it now. You’re scared of yourself.”
“Wh-what?” Shudders still racked her as the ecstasy continued in endless waves that only grew again as he petted her.
“We can talk later.” His grin seemed fit for the big bad wolf. “I know exactly how to help.”
“You do?” Flames scorched her from the inside out. Her release had triggered more need, more sensation. More of everything.
“Uh huh.” He stood up sharply, making her whimper and reach for him. “Don’t worry, I’m sure as shit not leaving now.”
He only went far enough to unbutton his jeans then rip the zipper down. Kicking out of the denim left him naked. Apparently, it was too hot for him to wear underwear too.
His cock bobbed, hanging long and low as the heavy weight of his erection dragged it down against his thigh. Another few seconds and he’d taken a condom from his back pocket, ripped it open and rolled the thin latex over his length.
“That was amazing, Brielle.” He notched the fat head of his dick at her entrance. “I’ve never been so damn turned on. I’ve seen women who could do it from pain, sensual whippings, or breast play, but not bondage. A woman who can come just from being restrained… God!”
“Don’t forget the neck thing.” She felt less like a freak when she detected the awe in his tone.
“That wasn’t what pushed you over the edge and you know it.” He inserted himself deep inside her with one long, smooth shove that joined them completely.
She winced.
“Still sore from the other night?” He paused.
“Not enough to stop.”
“No chance of that.” He folded over her. “But I could go slow. Gentle. Take you to bed and make love to you for hours.”
“Don’t you dare.” She bit his shoulder. “Fuck me, Luke. Now.”
“It wasn’t enough, was it?” His pelvis ground against hers, stimulating her clit.
“Not even close.” She attempted to retain a shred of dignity by refusing to beg for more. She’d never been insatiable before. He didn’t make her ask.
Luke stood up straight, wrapping his hands around the tops of her thighs. He used their angle, spread around his hips, to ensure leverage as he tugged her to the brink of the table.
Her hands splayed on the painted white wood, which she’d refinished herself to hide years of scratches, water stains and other abuse. A little touching up could do a world of good, she’d found.
“I won’t let you fall.”
Secure in his grasp, she relaxed, allowing him to plow deeper on his next series of thrusts. From his new angle, he could screw her relentlessly. Deep, hard and exactly as she needed in that moment to banish the last of her fears—both of losing him and of the ghosts of her past.
Every inch of him was used to best advantage in this position. She couldn’t believe how deeply she felt him prodding her, rubbing the undulating walls of her pussy from the inside. He reached every ache and massaged the rings of muscle clasping around his intrusion.
Brielle’s legs hooked over his hips, drawing him closer. Her heels rested on his ass, loving the clench o
f his powerful muscles as he rode her. Not with brute force, but with authority. Controlled and directed momentum ensured this would go down in her personal history book as the best sex of all time.
She didn’t know how it would be possible, but she hoped he continued to destroy that record time and time again. Looming above her, he looked like the Greek king he’d sung of in the suite’s opulent bathroom earlier in the week. No, he was Apollo—sharing sunrays, medicine, knowledge and poetry with mere mortals like her.
Luke probably would have laughed if he could have read her thoughts. Fortunately, he seemed pretty intent on what he was doing instead. He bent his knees and changed his angle slightly. The upward arch of his hips had her eyes rolling back in her head and her spine bowing.
“Oh, anatomy classes.” He grunted. “My favorite part of med school. Probably why I decided to stick with psychology instead of psychiatry after all, huh?”
“Well, you’re putting them to good use now.” A dead-on plunge connected him with someplace inside her she knew no one had ever reached before. Surely she would remember something that felt like that.
“Hang on to the edges of the table.” He picked up her hands and placed them out to her sides. “Don’t let go.”
She might have questioned him if he hadn’t chosen right then to ramp up the frequency of his impaling strokes. He banked on her obedience, turning his attention to her chest.
Filling his hands with her breasts, Luke groped her. He pinched her nipples in time to the peak of each journey of his cock. When he added a little swing of his hips every time they locked tightest, she conceded defeat.
Imminent, her surrender must have been obvious.
“Yes.” He swooped in, low and near. He smothered her in affection, desire and his healing touch. “Yes. Come with me on top of you. In you. Like this. You can admit you want it. Your body has control of your mind now. Listen to what it’s saying.”
Brielle hovered on the verge of tipping into orgasm.
Adding the pressure of his lips on hers, he layered yet another sensation on the riot of feelings coursing through her. They communicated on a level beyond speech. Their bodies, their eyes and their souls spoke loud enough.
“Fine,” he snarled as he ripped his mouth away. “I’ll give you what we both know you need. Don’t hate me for this. Please.”
It hurt to be so close to flying yet unable to soar.
“Help me,” she whispered even as he fucked her—harder, deeper, faster. Still, always with care and her pleasure as his main concern.
Luke stared into her eyes for the span of several more strokes. Then he nodded curtly.
Before she could beg again, he grasped her wrists, brought them above her head and pinned them to the table. The hold was impossible to break. She never wanted to get loose.
A cry—of relief mingled with terror—flew from her throat.
Her entire body stiffened. She went stock-still, and yet he rode her beyond her rationality to a place where only base instinct mattered. And hers trusted him. Implicitly. The ability to hand responsibility to him, to know that he would care for her above all else, forced fantasies to intersect with reality.
This was happening. Luke was real.
Brielle stared into his eyes, electric blue with his own arousal.
Despite everything—the tension between them, their experiment, her irrational fears, his delayed gratification, their short courtship—he smiled in the midst of the storm.
“Go ahead, Cookie.” The tender kiss he placed on the tip of her nose was so at odds with the unrelenting rhythm of his fucking and his unshakable grip on her wrists it shocked her system.
Like putting a hot glass dish in freezing water, the contrast made her explode.
This was no quick venting of pressure.
No easy climax to giggle after.
No simple relief.
It impacted every part of her being, and altered the course of her life. Because he knew all her secrets. Almost. She couldn’t hide her darkest desires from him. And he seemed comfortable corralling them.
In fact, her release seemed to trigger his. She milked his cock as it bulged, growing harder than she thought possible. His stride hitched for the barest second before he picked up steam, rejuvenating the spasms wringing her.
“Brielle!” he shouted. With his head thrown back, the purple outline caused by her mouth contrasted boldly on even his tan skin. The proof of her claim triggered a final round of squeezing, which drew the last of his semen from his balls into the tiny barrier between them.
When he’d finished quaking between her thighs, he fell forward. Careful of her reaction, he caught himself on his elbows, leaving a solid six inches between them now that her insulating arousal had worn off.
“Give me a second. Then I’ll move.” He cursed softly before whispering in her ear, “That was…the best. Ever.”
“For me too.” A blush stole across her chest and up her neck. “By a mile.”
“Thank you, Brielle. For trusting me.”
“Thank you for deserving it.” Her hands cupped his smooth cheeks as she drew him in for a long, lingering kiss. They might have gone on that way for quite some time if he hadn’t slipped from her body when his cock softened completely.
Both of them groaned. The disposal of the condom distracted him.
“Go ahead. You know where the bathroom is.” She pointed toward the glow spilling from her eternal night-light. “I’ll grab the cookies and meet you in bed.”
“I knew you were my dream girl.” He brushed his lips over her forehead before parting with a grimace. “You don’t mind me eating in there?”
“Let’s just say I like you so much, I’ll overlook any crumbs.”
She snagged the box off the counter, ripped a couple paper towels from the roll and poured a glass of water big enough to share. Too bad she didn’t have something fancier to offer him.
Brielle set her bounty on the floor beside the air mattress. You didn’t need end tables if you didn’t have a bed frame. Win-win, she thought, trying not to be embarrassed by her spartan apartment.
Stealthy, Luke crept up behind her to land a smack on her bare ass, which her position displayed prominently. “God damn, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
He hugged her when she stood upright.
Too soon, he unfolded himself and hopped into bed, patting the space beside him. He chuckled as he bounced. “Fun. Now, about my sweet treats. Well, the other ones.”
Her laughter echoed off the bare walls as she sank, cross-legged next to Luke.
“No worries, Cookie. I’ll be sure to eat every single morsel you feed me.” He reclined, crossing his hands behind his head and opening his mouth.
The temptation was too much to resist. She straddled him. Then dipped her index finger between his lips. His eyes darkened as he sucked on the tip. A chill ran up her spine.
Before they got too far from the easy intimacy they were sharing, she selected a pretty damn perfect-looking circle of brown sugar yumminess and flew it toward him in a ridiculous loop-the-loop he tracked with his stare. When it got within range, his homing appetite engaged and he chomped it from her fingers.
She adored the way he practically inhaled it. The fussy recipe had been worth the work to see his eyelids lower and hear his stomach growl its approval. After he’d packed away a half dozen, graciously offering her a bite, he grew serious.
“Brielle, we need to discuss what happened earlier.” Luke’s soft statement still carried a wallop. It reminded her that the real world was right outside these barely there walls, waiting to ambush them.
“I’d rather do this.” She shifted back and forth across his lap.
“Cookie—”
She put her fingers over his mouth, smiling when he kissed them. “There’s plenty of time tomorrow, isn’t there? With Becca…and Kurt. They mentioned the session could take all day, especially if we opt for the Dream Machine. That’s a lot, Luke. Maybe more th
an I can handle. Can’t we just enjoy tonight?”
Because she feared that after all her cards were on the table, he might not feel the same way he did in this magical moment.
Brielle wasn’t ready to let go yet. She might need this memory to be her anchor through lonely nights ahead, so it needed to be spectacular. At least, no matter what, she would have this time to remember.
“Okay,” Luke conceded, proving again his innate intuition. Pushing then wouldn’t have gotten him anywhere. “Tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” She leaned down to kiss his left pec, over his heart, before she asked, “Do you have any more condoms?”
“A whole pocketful.” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to have another snack while you’re fetching them. You know, to get my oomph back.”
“Maybe next time I’ll make chocolate chip but substitute Viagra instead of M&M’s.” She laughed at his horrified expression. “Just kidding. Clearly you don’t need any help in that department.”
When Brielle squirmed on top of him, they both groaned. His cock lengthened between them, nearly ready. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, Luke.”
“I’m not planning on it anytime in the next century.”
She intentionally remained in his line of sight when she bent at the waist to retrieve his stash.
“You’re lucky you’re not in spanking distance. It’s not polite to tease, Brielle.”
Her toes curled in the worn carpet. Maybe tomorrow he’d find out she might like it if he made good on his threats. Until then, she’d stick to exploring this magnetism between them.
“Did you miss me?”
“You have no idea.” Luke bundled her into his arms, chasing away the chill even a few seconds away from him allowed to creep in.
Together they began to replace her bedtime anxiety with something a hell of a lot more delightful.
Chapter Fourteen
Brielle clutched Luke’s shirt as they rolled into the parking lot of the Franklin Building precisely at ten o’clock the next morning. He eased the streamlined, black and red metal of his motorcycle into the spot beside Kurt’s car. So he could hear her over the roar of the obscenely loud, powerful motor, she yelled, “Maybe we should go around the block?”
