by Ash Harlow
“Yeah, that was it.”
He moved towards her, all the time their eyes locked. When he reached her, right up against her legs, he slipped his hands between her knees, parting them so that he could shift close between them. “That’s better.”
She’d stayed with his eyes. God, he loved how she did that. He cupped her chin and she made a tiny noise as she reached for him, pulling his head close and finding his mouth. His hands rested on the counter, allowing her the freedom to explore, lead the way, because he wanted her to find her own path back to the place he’d never left.
Finally she pulled away, dragging her teeth over his lip, one hand screwed through the front of his sweater. “Unicorns. There we go, magical moment restored. No going back, Vince.”
It was a statement, an affirmation, wasn’t it? “Take your sweater off.”
She offered up a saucy look as she drew the sweater up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Lulah sat there, grinning, wearing that gorgeous little scrap of lacy cloth that doubled as a bra. He slipped the narrow straps off her shoulders, baring her breasts. When she went to move he stopped her. “Let me see you.”
“Maybe I want to see you, too.”
“You’ll get your chance.” He peeled the cami off her and finally she was before him, topless, sucking the very breath out of him. “Stunning, you know that, don’t you? You’re stunning.”
“Aw, you’re just saying that.”
“Every part of me is saying that.” He leaned in so that his thighs were resting against the counter-top and pulled Lulah against him. This time it was a feel what I’ve got for you move because he wanted her to know exactly how she affected him.
When she wriggled against his hard cock, he snaked an arm around her back to support her, nudging her back into his hold. His thumb brushed across her nipples while he kept watch on her face, checking her reactions. She made that funny noise again, that small exhalation with a little grunt, and she opened her gray eyes, smiled, told him she was his without saying a word.
He lowered his mouth to the nipple he’d thumbed to a hard point and drew it into his mouth, sucking, teasing the end with his tongue. Her hunger was such that she already strained against him, clasping his head to her, arching her back. He pulled away to draw a full breath. “I recall how much you like having your nipples tormented.”
She reached to the back of his head, guiding closer, until their faces were only inches apart. “Tonight I want more.”
There was nothing cautious in the way their lips met, nor did it start as a fury of tongues and biting, but when her mouth came upon his again, her passion burned through him, stoking the fire he’d spent a year tamping down.
Finally the choke hold he’d kept on himself released and he clasped her close to him. “Wrap your legs around me. I’d like to peel your jeans and panties off and eat you here in the kitchen, so that when you stand here making tea, you can remember how you came on the counter top with my mouth on you, my fingers inside you.”
He heard her small groan.
“Yeah, you like that idea, huh?”
“Love it.”
“We’ll save that move for another day; tonight I want to take my time. Legs around me now, Lulah.” He raised her off the bench and she slid her legs around him. “Bedroom, imp?”
She nodded. “Bedroom.”
He found her lamp and in the soft light, lay her on the bed. There would be other furniture, life mementos, little touches of her, but all he knew, all he could see at that moment was Lulah on the bed. Standing over her he took a moment to compose himself, study her, pause for a bit to raise some anticipation.
“Vince, undress.”
“You first. Undo the button and zipper on your jeans.” She complied quickly, bent her legs, dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips to slide her jeans and panties off.
“Stop there. I’ll do it.” He’d thought too long about unwrapping Lulah with the sort of reverence a fine and exquisite gift deserved, and he knelt on the bed, loosely covered her hands with his and asked her to let go.
“I love it when you go all ‘Sergeant Major’ on me.”
“Does that mean you’ll obey my orders?”
“Depends. Tell me what will happen if I don’t?”
“I’ll punish you.” He watched her reaction. “Did you shiver when I said that?”
She sucked in her breath and let out a long sigh. “Perhaps a little shiver, Sir,” she said in a fake, starlet voice. With a quick laugh she made a grab for him but he caught her first, and holding her hands out of the way he eased her jeans and panties off her.
“Even better.”
“Better?” She cocked her head.
“Yeah, better than what I’d imagined. And believe me, Lulah, I’ve done a lot of imagining.”
“Glad I didn’t disappoint, but I’m lying here watching the fully clothed UHT Guy and I’m still having to use my imagination. Want to fix that for me?”
He let go of her hands and grasped her ankles, pulling them apart to kneel up between her legs. Towering over her, seeing her beneath him was such a feast. She dragged her lower lip through her teeth, stopping before she completely released it. The corner of her mouth curved into a small smile. He saw the tip of her tongue slowly test her bottom lip as if nursing the spot now where she’d bitten against it. “I’m waiting, Vince, let me see you.”
From here every step was uncharted territory, and in that idea was something that made him want to hang onto his composure, so that any time in the future, he could recall his first time making love with Lulah. Hell, that idea could sustain anyone into old age. In about one more minute she’d be pissy with him, and much as he’d get a kick out of Wildcat Lulah, his dick begged almost as loudly as Lulah to stop messing around.
He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor behind him, watched as her eyes darted across his torso, checking his tattoos and scars. From the front, there wasn’t a lot to see, but his back read like his life’s journal. He slipped off the bed and removed his jeans and boxers and came back between her legs in an instant.
“Come here,” she said, her arms outstretched to him.
He leaned over her, took both of her hands and stretched her arms above her head. Wrapping his fingers around both wrists, he saw a spark of recognition in her eyes. He put his mouth to the corner of hers, almost touching.
“Remember what I want to do?” He waited for her nod. “Keep your hands right here, imp,” he gave them a little squeeze, “and let me take care of you.”
She grinned back at him, and when he moved in to claim her mouth she said yes, in a word, and reaffirmed it in the way she studied him and the way she slipped her tongue alongside his. Her hands above her head stretching her body taut, made her skin all the more sensitive to his touch. Skimming his hands down her ribs, over her breasts, knuckles across her hips made her back arch, begging for more.
The groan she let out when he took hold of one of her nipples was awesome and seemed to speak directly to his cock.
“I remember how you feel about these,” he said, squeezing until she screwed her eyes at the intensity. Her wrists struggled within the grip of his hand when he placed his mouth over her other nipple, starting slowly, licking and sucking it until it rose tight in his mouth before carefully closing his teeth around it. Not enough to hurt but enough to create a little edge. He moved to the other breast, repeating the process until her breath came fast and shallow.
He trailed kisses back up to her collarbone, into the dip of her throat, soothing her and slowing her down. “Shh,” he spoke up by her ear. “You’ll make yourself thirsty, breathing like that, and we have a long way to go.”
She locked into his eyes, a challenge this time as she swiped her tongue around her lips. The look became more fierce. “I want to touch you.” It wasn’t begging or growled, more a statement made with the certainty that she wouldn’t be denied.
“Soon, imp.” He squeezed her wrist again. “Ho
w’s it going here? Arms tired?”
“No, they’re fine.”
“Good because I want them to stay up there. Scoot up the bed a little.” As she moved he separated her hands and curled her fingers around the slats of the headboard. “Hands stay there, that would really please me.”
“When can I touch you?”
“Later, if you’re good.”
“I’ll make you beg for me to touch you,” she warned.
“No doubt. My cock is begging now, has begged for months.”
“If you wait too long, I might say no.”
“I’ll have to live with that.”
“You enjoy this, don’t you? This control when we’re both amped. It’s good, isn’t it?”
She was right. His pleasure was immense. The control, the denial, the way that made him feel he earned the right to be with her, to bring her to climax. Knight to queen, that’s how he felt, as if being allowed the greatest honor in the privilege it was to pleasure her. “Yes, you’re right of course. And what about you?” He kneaded her breast again. “Are you enjoying this?”
She answered him with a kiss. Wet and insatiable, her shallow breath panting in his mouth. He pulled away from her kiss, tracing with his tongue back to her ear, taking the lobe between tongue and teeth and holding, increasing the pressure, waiting for that little cry. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I liked it.”
“Honestly? Because one of your hands let go.” He watched her latch back onto the slat. “Well done. Enough teasing now. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, first.”
“First?”
“Then, with my cock.” He reached down and parted her legs, his insistent hands on the back of her thighs as he knelt once more between them. She watched him, hungry, daring him on.
“Legs over my shoulders, imp.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
From the moment he’d stripped and knelt between her legs, the heat that pooled low in her stomach came to a low boil, as if there was a surface vibration as a result of the chaos she could feel.
She’d seen him enough over the past year—through the colder seasons that demanded the swaddle of a heavy coat, into the lightly-clothed summer—to have a good idea about the shape of his body. But having him before her, completely naked, meant seeing him for the first time.
The curve of his erect cock, hard, almost against his stomach, was beautiful. She wanted to glide a hand along its velvet length, taste the moisture that gathered at the tip, even licked her lips in anticipation.
His denial to let her touch him did nothing to relieve that. His eyes held so much passion, as if for this one moment he revealed the person he could be. Lulah could detect a small crack, a shift in his darkness that seemed to say he had now rediscovered a sliver of his soul.
To be honest she wanted to ask him if he was scared because, despite her own bravado, she realized that committing to this act with Vince would change them, no matter how much they hoped it wouldn’t. Casual, mindless awesome sex with a friend was exactly that, but with that glimpse of his soul she knew that, irrespective of their shields, their hearts tonight were taking a good look at each other.
One finger reached between her legs, exploring the divide of her lips before sinking inside. She wanted to squeeze her legs closed and hold him there forever, or until he made her come.
“So hot and slick, Lulah, I knew you would be.” His voice lowered an octave to a sexy rumble.
“Please...” Was that her? Driven to begging already? Her plea drew a chuckle from Vince and in one quick move his broad shoulders were between her thighs. She cried out as his mouth closed over her, not with sucking or devilish flicks of his tongue, though she sure hoped that would come later, but simple hot, wet pleasure. He stayed sealed on that spot and when she tried a greedy move to ask for a bit more, his hand tightened on her hip, urging her to be still. Well, she could live with that, no problem.
His head shifted a little, one single swipe of his tongue, firm in its execution, deliberate in the way it avoided her clit. Again her hips tried an involuntary buck, but he kept a strong hand ready to counter any moves like that.
She drew her head back, closed her eyes and concentrated on what his mouth did to her pussy. His tongue kept at that infuriating single swipe that had no rhythm or reason to it, and because the movement was so unpredictable, her body never had the chance to adjust. Each time was a mini-shock; her hips would jump and her pussy clenched with longing.
One hand left her hip to make a slow crawl to her breast, taking the nipple, and she couldn’t contain the harsh cry that rose from deep within her. Finally he settled into a rhythm that played between fucking her pussy with his tongue and long sweeps up to her clit, which he suckled as if it sustained life itself, all the while troubling her nipples.
For some time she’d thought about Vince’s mouth on her and she couldn’t deny the number of fantasies she invented in which he starred. But this became more than those mind-plays had ever been. Somehow, emotion had become involved, and that ratcheted the entire game to the level of crazy.
Quite soon every nerve between where he played with her nipples and flicked with his tongue fired—and be damned with making herself thirsty—she could hear herself panting. She was barely in control, doing her hardest not to beg too much, because god knew how much ammo that would give him for future teasing. He probably had no idea the danger he was in if she didn’t climax soon.
As the pressure started to build, low in her core, she stilled, willing him to keep doing exactly that thing he was doing. Right when something began to uncoil deep within her Vince slowly pulled off her clit, drawing it into his mouth for an achingly long time before releasing it and lifting his head to look at her.
“Lulah, is this going okay for you?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
He didn’t answer for a few seconds and she honestly thought he was up for a discussion. She started to shake her head and he met her with a grin.
“Let’s go for the prize.”
“Yeah, go for the prize, Vince.” He was back in seconds, more intense now and lighting again the exquisite ache that built inside her. She tensed beneath him, her hips straining for release and he used a hand on her hip now to guide her, letting her find the rhythm that suited her best.
All the nonsense words and appeals she made, meant she was perilously close to coming and he read it perfectly. Taking his hand from her hip, he ran a trail beneath her thighs and came at her with two fingers, rocking them into her for only seconds before her orgasm overwhelmed her. He kept working at her, sucking, his fingers dragging with deliberate strength inside her, drawing out the long slowing contractions, until she lay quietly, just the odd small twitch and an easing breath.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
“You should have felt it from this side of things. Wow.”
“Yeah, wow, for real. Worked for me, too.” He slid up the bed so that he lay full-length alongside her, his cock hard and insistent, pressing against her hip. “Here, to me,” he suggested, guiding her chin towards him and covering her mouth. In seconds he lifted away from her. “Musky and sweet, all at the same time. More?”
How could she resist him? A mix of dominance and caring that kept a seesaw of emotion rollicking through her. She went back close to his mouth, skimmed her lips once across his in a teasing swipe. “Vince, top drawer, there’s something in there for you.”
His grin broke across his face. “Are you a good little scout, imp, always prepared?”
“Check and see.”
When he reached over her to the bedside cabinet, she trailed her fingers along the line of another tattoo. Her hand circled his bicep firmly, waiting to feel the play of muscles as he slid the drawer open, shook the condoms free from the box.
“A vibrator, Lulah? Have you been pleasuring yourself while I lie lonely, on my narrow cot in the barn?”
“A girl has needs, Vince. No point in denying them.”
She laughed. “Seriously? When I have the real live UHT Guy here in my bed?”
“Do you think of me when you use it?”
She squeezed his bicep and he flexed beneath her hand. “In your dreams, buddy.”
“I hope I’m in your dreams, imp.”
In one slick move she plucked the condom from his hand and leaned on his shoulder, rolling him to his back. “My turn to tease. Arms up, take hold of the headboard.”
“No, Lulah, really…”
She straddled his waist, bringing her knees firmly against his sides, lowering her body in one serpentine movement, articulating her spine so that bit by bit she covered him. He’d sucked in his breath, held it as she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest. “Trust me, Vince, you’ll love it.”
“But I want to touch you.”
“If you behave, I’ll let you, but right now I want your hands around those slats. Two out from the ones I hung onto, because I made them pretty slippery and they’re probably still wet. I don’t want you to lose your grip and hurt yourself.” She gave him a couple of seconds and when he didn’t move she pinched his nipple. “Do it.”
He raised his eyebrows, then raised his arms at a pace that spoke of his reluctance. “For the record, I draw the line at calling you Mistress, okay?”
“Now, there’s something I hadn’t thought of.” She put the condom, still in its wrapper, between her bared teeth, and slid her hands up his arms, taking hold of his hands, wrapping his fingers around the slats exactly as he’d done to her. Once he took hold, she used her fingernails, starting at the inside of his wrists, and drew them back down his arms. When she neared his armpits, he rocked his hips towards her and she winked at him, making him smile. She took one corner of the condom, tearing open the foil as she pulled it from her mouth. “Hands stay where they are, Vince, or I’ll tie them there. Your choice.”
