Lifting her mouth, she used her hand to pull his sac higher to reveal his perineum. Placing her tongue right at the tender spot, she licked hard before flicking it with her tongue.
“Jesus!”
Looked like Luke was feeling that all right.
Turning her head, she licked right up the back of his sac, dropped it into her hand and licked up the front, then followed the pathway to where his shaft was straining against his abdomen.
Luke had his head tipped back, hands gripping the sleeping bag each side of him. Desire was riding him.
Not so relaxed or in control now, huh?
Pleased with his response, she palmed his shaft once more, pulled it to her mouth and slid down his length as far as she could comfortably go, funnelling her tongue around him to give him the firmness on one side of his shaft while he had the silkiness of the inside of her mouth on the other side.
The man was big, no doubt about that, but Mikki did her best, and her best was obviously enough to get him off, because Luke’s hips started thrusting up into her mouth, one of his hands coming down to twist into her hair to hold her in place as he thrust upward.
Caught up in the moment, she sucked hard at the tip as he withdrew, gave him a slight grip of her teeth as he entered again, enough to give an edge of threat and danger, not enough to hurt or leave a mark.
His breathing had changed now, short and sharp, almost ragged, and she felt him swell more in her mouth, knew he was at the end, that he’d climax soon, and she sucked relentlessly, sliding her hand between his thighs again, further down behind the sac to press hard against his perineum.
His harsh cry rent the air as he came, his seed spurting fast and furious, and she drank him down, sucking him dry, welcoming his wildly pumping hips, and only when he collapsed limply back onto the sleeping bag did she release him, pressing several kisses to his abdomen as she inched higher to lie on her side with her head propped on her hand, watching him shudder in the last throes of his climax, marvelling at how such a strong, confident man could be brought to his knees by sex.
His face was darkly harsh as desire raked through him, the flush fading from his cheeks as it ebbed away to leave him simply panting, his hand on his chest, the other flung above his head in abandonment.
When he finally opened his eyes and looked at her, she licked her lips and gave him a big grin. “Look. All gone.”
“Jesus, Red.”
She giggled.
Lifting his hand, he slapped it down on her hip, gripping firmly. “You sucked me dry.”
“That I did. Gold star?”
“A whole box full of them.”
After several minutes, he slid his hand up and down her hip. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” She winked. “Really.”
“And now it’s time I dealt with yours.” With that announcement, he suddenly sat up, grabbing her arm to bring her with him.
Before she could comprehend what he was doing, he dragged her across his body. “Knees each side of me, Red.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Now you want me to ride you?”
Sinking backwards until he laid flat, his grin was pure sin. “Come on up.”
Looking forward to having him inside her, she crawled up, but before she could rise above his shaft he said, “Keep on coming.” When she looked uncomprehendingly at him, he reached down, cupped her chin, and ordered silkily, “All the way, Red.”
All the…? Oohh, she wasn’t sure about that. Did he really mean…?
His fingers cupping her chin pulled gently but insistently. “Crawl.”
That sounded sickly decadent, but the sudden dominance was back in his eyes, the darker side of him appearing as it had earlier when she’d cheeked him. Heat flushed through her at the knowledge of what he wanted her to do. She’d never done it before, not like that, and the thought of it…
Yet, trepidation aside, caught in the sudden hot demand of his eyes, she was crawling up his body, her thighs widening as she did so, urged on by his hand slipping from her chin to her chest as she moved forward, fingertips grazing her nipples, both hands coming round to grip her bottom, fingers digging lightly into the cheeks.
“Luke,” she began, voice a little wobbly with uncertainty.
Embarrassment flooded through her along with a whole lot of heat when she looked down into his eyes to find his chin - oh God, his chin so near her mound.
“Up,” he ordered, then a flash of a wicked grin. “I want to taste you. I’m going to make you cream and lick you dry, Red.”
That had her arms shaking and moisture rushing to her secrets.
Blindly she moved further, unable to believe she was actually straddling him, that his face was so near her womanhood. Braced on her hands, partially up on her knees, thighs spread wide, her breaths coming in uneasy yet erotic pants, she stared unseeingly at the wall of the tower. What is he thinking? What is he planning? What is he - then everything fell away, her stomach dipping out, her nerves juddering, fire surging through her as his tongue suddenly licked her from her perineum to the top of her folds, one long swipe, then again, and again, before he nuzzled in, found her clitoris and played the little nub with his tongue.
Arms shaking, body arching, head back, Mikki whimpered as sensation crashed through her on a tide of prurience.
Luke gave her no reprieve, fastening his lips around her clitoris and sucking, rubbing the rapidly engorging flesh ruthlessly with his tongue, teetering her on the border between intense pleasure and almost painful tenderness, the little clitoris being handled, its innocence swept away by his mouth.
Cream gathered, pooled, ardour spilling from her, and Luke was suddenly there, his mouth fastening over her opening, tongue plunging in, playing her inside, flicking around the opening in teasing darts before he sucked strongly on her opening in imitation of what she’d done to the slit in his shaft.
It rocked her, had her crying out, nails digging helplessly against the sleeping bag. Her thighs shook, his hands gripping her bottom tightly to hold her in place, the orgasm rocking through her as he drank her desire down.
She was about to collapse, the passion roaring through her body when he shifted, the presence of his body beneath her vanishing, his hands on her bottom gone, leaving her feeling bereft though so far gone in a rising tide of carnality that she could only stay in one spot and shake with the force of it.
Then he was behind her, lifting her up fully to her hands and knees, his thick length nudging her opening, strong hands gripping her hips to pull her hard back against him as he plunged inside her.
His entrance rocked her, shoved her over the edge, but as she rolled out he didn’t let her go, finding that magical spot inside her unerringly and nailing it, rubbing mercilessly over it again and again with a force that had her desire cresting then climbing again, another orgasm shaking her ruthlessly, and still he continued, hips pumping, just rubbing that erotic tissue, pounding, thrusting, pushing her upwards once more.
Heart hammering, she thought she’d surely die, her skin feeling like it was on fire while roiling waves of voracity filled her, consumed her, threw her over only to be shoved yet higher still by Luke’s relentless thrusting.
He didn’t give her time to recover, her body a furnace, the flames unable to simmer down when he kept stoking them mercilessly.
As she almost sobbed, crying out his name into the night sky, he settled in to short, sharp, hard thrusts, his hold on her hips the only thing holding her in one place. He fell into a pattern, continually pounding, and she had no idea how he could last so long, keep up the pace, only to have him withdraw suddenly, flip her over, come down on top of her and enter her again, invading her body with his, her mouth with his tongue, ravaging her both mouth and body, taking everything she was and replacing it with everything that was him.
She felt him swell inside her, clung to him as he bowed over her, his biceps bulging, heat dancing along his skin, one hard hand clamping behind her knee to lift her leg and push i
t outwards, exposing her more fully to him, giving him greater access, his shaft hard inside her to the base, his sac tapping against the seam of her body.
Coming up onto his hands he gazed down at her through eyes burning with pure sin, pure desire. He drew back further than he had before, almost leaving her but not quite, and rammed back in, sliding over that spot hidden inside her, pushing her over the edge, dipping down to swallow her scream of released passion, ramming home again with another powerful thrust, and finally once more, heat filling her so full.
And then she was gone, simply flung out into a haze of sheer brightness and eroticism.
When she finally came to, she was on the sleeping bag tucked up to Luke’s side, his arm around her, the other behind his head. She risked a quick peek, flushed at his smug grin and buried her face in his chest. “I can’t look at you.”
“That good, huh?” He started laughing, low and tender.
A sudden thought occurred to her, and she lifted her head, alarmed. “Luke! A condom! Did you use a condom?”
“Relax.” Pulling her against him again, he dropped a kiss on top of her head. “I took care of it.”
“How could you possibly-”
“I’d say practice, but you’d hit me.”
“Lucky for you I don’t have any energy left.”
“Yup.” He ran his fingers slowly up and down her arm. “I am the man.”
“I’d just like to point out that I did rock your world, too.”
“Uh-huh, I’ll give you that,” he said happily.
“That makes me the woman.”
“Yeah, but I’m still the man.”
She flung one arm over his abdomen. “Oh God, I can’t even argue that, I am so boneless.”
“The man,” he repeated with absolute satisfaction.
~*~
Standing in the chapel, Mikki looked around slowly. Where to put the Full Spectrum POV Camcorder? She was certain something was in this old chapel. Absolutely certain. She’d felt something watching her the night when the three of them had first come here at dusk, and in the early hours of this morning when she’d padded from the bedroom to the toilet located at the back of the long servants’ hallway, she’d peeked out the window and seen it again - a low, dull, little prick of light, this time coming from the chapel direction.
Something was here, she just knew it, even if Luke had given her a disbelieving look and had suggested, quite crudely, that maybe he’d bonked her brains out completely. He’d accompanied that with a wink. She’d accompanied that with flipping him the bird.
No offence, though, she was used to disbelievers. Didn’t phase her one iota. Aunt Elspeth had been delighted and thrust the bag with the extra camcorders at her, unfortunately unable to accompany Mikki to the graveyard as she had a conference on her laptop to attend. Mikki might have been on holiday, but business for Elspeth never stopped.
Moving to the corner of the room, she situated the camcorder so it had a good sweep of the chapel from the altar to the door, then set the second camcorder in the opposite corner at the back, covering the altar area and the door into the little side room.
Tonight she’d come back and set the camcorders in motion, tomorrow she’d transfer the recordings to the laptop and see if anything came up. Or more correctly, what had come up, because something was definitely here, she could feel it in her waters.
Unless her waters were wrong, then it could be in the graveyards. No worries, she had those areas covered, too.
Picking up the canvas bag, she left the chapel, walking across first to the servants’ graveyard where she took the tripod from the bag and unlocked the legs, setting the camcorder on top and angling it to cover the graveyard. Shifting to the family graveyard, she set two more camcorders up on tripods to capture it from two different sides because of the big stone angels and headstones obscuring some vision.
Finally she stepped back, hands on hips, gazing around once more. “I know you’re out here, I just know it. I reckon you’re the mystery lover, too. Either that or Wilford.” She scratched her chin thoughtfully. “Though Aunt believes you might be haunting the inside of the mansion.” She squinted up at the sun. “Mind you, you’d think Dog and Duchess would freak a little if the mansion was haunted, animals are a sure indicator of hauntings. I’ll be damned disappointed if not one ghost shows in the mansion. But I bet my fat arse you’re somewhere here in the graveyards or chapel.” Picking up the plastic bag containing the journal, she debated her idea thoughtfully. “I reckon if the mournful lovers parted so long ago and bringing about the downfall of Willock Mansion could meet anywhere, it would be here. I truly believe, Wilford old buddy, that your journal holds the secret, and if I keep prying into it, keep hunting around out here, I’m going to discover the identity of the woman you were boffing. Pardon the term.” She hefted the bag. “I might even bring this with me and see if it attracts you, or better yet, your lover.” She paused. “Or nothing will happen and I’ll look an idiot, but when has that ever stopped me?”
After one last look around, she picked up the empty canvas bag and journal and returned to the mansion.
Rounding the corner of the mansion to the front, she slowed down at the sight of three men standing near a plain black four-wheel drive. Luke she recognised instantly. The other two had her eyebrows rising.
Legs braced slightly apart, hands in the pockets of faded blue jeans, stood Aaron. Taller than Luke, broader of shoulder, more muscular from gym workouts and self-defence training, he stood with a calm quietness. His dark blonde hair had a golden tint in the sun, and she knew from previous experience that in some light it looked almost a light brown with hints of gold. The man was a total chameleon. Unlike Luke’s bad-boy handsomeness, Aaron had an air of quiet composure, his handsome face thoughtful, contemplative, his pale blue gaze seeking, weighing you up, noting everything while keeping his thoughts hidden. His eyes had the eerie effect of sometimes seeming to darken, but that had to be the lighting, right? Chameleon. Beneath an open black suit jacket he wore a white shirt with the top few buttons undone and no tie. Combined with the jeans and lace-up boots he wore, it was typical Aaron attire - business on the top, kick-your-arse on the bottom.
The third man leaning back against the black four-wheel drive with his arms folded across his chest made her falter. Similar in build and height to Aaron, this man had a dark, brooding air about him. His dark eyes cut to her, skimmed over her with not one thought on his tanned face. Handsome, yes, but with a hint of cruelty in his features, a narrowing of his eyes, a tightness to his lips, an air about him as though he could fade into the woodwork and watch you unseen, or spring into motion at the slightest hint of danger.
Correction, he was danger. It seemed to shift subtly in the air around him, she could almost imagine it flaring out to test her aura before disappearing again, withdrawing back into him as he mentally dissected her.
Unlike Aaron, he was dressed in navy blue pants and a short-sleeved, navy polo shirt bearing Aaron’s small security logo in pale blue stitching on the pocket.
Aaahh, that explained it. This dangerous-looking man was one of Aaron’s security team. Mikki veered towards the reassuring presence of Luke, wondering what, exactly, Aaron would need with someone like that. Indeed, she wondered a lot about Aaron and his security company, they seemed to do more than normal security. Maybe. All she knew was that he sometimes disappeared for several weeks at a time, but when home he was more often than not in his office situated in a nondescript building in a back street. Weird place if you wanted to attract clients.
All three men watched as she approached, making her feel a little self-conscious until Luke grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders to tug her into his side. “Look who turned up like the proverbial bad penny, Red.”
Aaron smiled down at her with genuine affection. “Hi, Mikki.”
“Hi,” she replied.
“This is Ryan.” He indicted the man leaning so silently against the side of the four-whe
el drive.
Straightening, Ryan nodded briefly and held out a hand. “Mikki.”
Politeness dictated that she shake his hand when all she really wanted to do was look away from his dark eyes. Placing her hand in his, she was pleasantly surprised at the warmth of his palm but when his fingers closed around hers, she wondered if he could feel her uneasiness. “Pleased to meet you, Ryan.”
He gave her hand a quick, firm shake before releasing her to resume his position against the four-wheel drive.
Unconsciously she leaned into Luke’s side, seeking the reassuring presence of his body. As if reading her thoughts, his stance shifted subtly so that he was ever so slightly behind her in a protective position.
Feeling a lot more comfortable, Mikki looked up at Aaron. “What are you doing up here?”
“I’m providing security consult for your aunt,” he replied easily.
“As in guards?” She almost glanced at Ryan but refrained at the last second.
Aaron’s eyes crinkled at the corners in quiet amusement. Yep, he knew exactly what she’d been about to do. Luke was right, sometimes Aaron was a little freaky with his deductive powers.
“We came out to have a look around before Dad moves in with his workers and restoration starts. It’ll give me an idea of what we’re looking at.”
“The mansion,” Mikki and Luke said together.
“Pair of smart-arses,” Aaron commented.
“Great minds think alike,” Luke retorted.
Aaron studied them both without seeming to, his gaze sliding from Mikki to Luke and back again, the knowledge of their changed relationship not going unnoticed. However, all he said was, “What have you been up to, Mikki?”
“You mean this?” She swung the empty canvas bag lightly, watching his expression with interest. “Ghost hunting.” She was unable to resist a peek at Ryan, but his inscrutable expression gave away nothing of his thoughts.
“Mikki’s set camcorders in the chapel and graveyards,” Luke explained without batting an eyelid. “Like I mentioned on the phone this morning, she saw a light several times.”
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