Tales of the Shareem, Volume 2

by Allyson James

  This was crazy, Braden thought. He loved how Elisa smiled at him, her face sweet as she stroked him. Her breasts brushed the silk of her nightdress, hanging unfettered against the thin fabric. It was all he could do not to rip the nightdress off her, roll her over, and drive into her until they were both screaming.

  Slowly. She didn’t understand, yet.

  But damn, she had a magic touch. Fingers teasing, sometimes barely skimming his flesh, sometimes gripping his cock hard. She had no clue what she was doing, she was unpracticed, and who the hell cared?

  Elisa smile widened as she worked him. A woman loving her power. And, damn it, Braden, the level-three Dom, commander of ladies, lay there and took it.

  Fuck, he was going to come. He was going to come right into Elisa’s hands. He wanted to. He also wanted to be inside her, breaking free, feeling her tight and hot around him.

  “Squeeze,” he grated. “Squeeze hard.”

  “Like this?”

  Warm, firm grip. Slide of hand. Shy look from beautiful eyes. A man could fall in love with her.

  A wave of crazed wanting crashed over him. Braden heard his shout, felt his body focus on one beautiful point. Her.

  His hips left the bed. Elisa pulled back, startled, as his seed burst out of him. Braden grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the sheets, wrapping her hand around him. He pumped his hips, wishing to the gods he was inside her, but her tight hand would have to do.

  Braden fucked her hand, kissing her face. Her lips tasted good, so did her skin, and her sweet body smelled good.

  Braden kept kissing her, smiling into the kisses, loving the smile she gave back.

  “My librarian,” he said. “You are so damn beautiful. Look what you’ve done to your Shareem.”

  Elisa gazed up at him with warm brown eyes, not understanding. It didn’t matter. The last of Braden’s come washed out of him, but he kept on moving in her hand, more satisfied than he’d been in a long, long time.

  *** *** ***

  Elisa lay under Braden’s body, wondering how it could feel so good to have another person on top of her. He braced himself to keep his weight from hurting her, but the strength in every muscle was dizzying.

  Braden’s skin was slick with sweat, and he kissed her face, slow, hot openmouthed kisses.

  No other human had ever kissed Elisa like this. One didn’t need touches of the flesh to show affection.

  So many things she’d grown up believing were being proved wrong by a decadent, forbidden Shareem. A being that had been made for sex alone.

  Braden’s breath scalded her skin. The smile he slanted her, the look from his half-closed eyes, told her that touches of the flesh could be a wonderful thing.

  “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said, voice low.

  “It wasn’t? I thought penises did that.”

  Braden’s brows flickered in surprise, and then he laughed. She loved the sound of his laughter, gravelly, warm, making her want to laugh in return.

  “You are so damn precious,” he said. “Yes, penises—cocks—do that. You’re not allowed to say penis the rest of the time I’m here, all right? If you refer to it, it’s a cock. Got it?”

  “Not a purple-helmeted warrior?”

  He bit her chin. “Little vixen.”

  Elisa touched his face, and he turned his head and kissed her palm. “Why did you say that wasn’t supposed to happen?” she asked. “I liked it.”

  “Because I’m level three. Because I came here to teach you pleasure. You touch me, and all the sudden, I’m the slave. I rolled over and begged for you. It’s supposed to be the other way around.”

  “But I hired you.”

  “Shareem are inferior every other place in Bor Narga,” Braden said sternly. “But in a woman’s bedroom, I’m the master. Don’t you forget it.”

  “It was fun.”

  “Fun.” Braden shook his head. “I remember Calder’s women coming out of his lair, barely able to walk. They were so sexually satisfied and so wigged out at the same time that some of them couldn’t talk. Now, me, I prefer to leave a woman laughing, but at the same time, I want them tied up in knots and begging me to be sweet to them. I want them to want me spanking their beautiful backsides and then thanking me for it. But you . . .” Braden clasped Elisa’s free wrist and brought it next to her bound one. “I look at you and want you touching me.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “But I do.” Braden pressed a soft kiss to her upper lip. “We made a mess in here. Time to get cleaned up.”

  With a simple twist, he unlocked the manacle, carefully releasing her hand. Her fingers tingled a bit, though the manacle hadn’t pinched.

  Braden kissed her as they sat up, his strong hand furrowing her hair.

  Then he ripped her nightgown from her shoulders.

  Elisa gasped, and Braden stood up and deftly slid the gown from her body. He wadded it in his hands and tossed it aside. “We don’t need this anymore. Up.”

  Elisa scrambled off the bed. Braden quickly stripped off the sheets and found her laundry chute, throwing sheets and nightgown into it. Then he lifted her nude body into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

  Elisa had a bathtub there that she used for meditation. Most houses had done away with water except for drinking, using the more efficient sonic and other non-liquid methods of cleaning. Water showers were for the lower classes.

  But water was also used for calming effects and meditation. Fountains, water gardens, and bathtubs were soothing on the senses and cleansed the emotions. Elisa often lay in her tub of nights, watching the stars above the transparent ceiling.

  She had to admit that she didn’t think as much about spirituality when she was in the bath as she ought. Most of the time she basked in the beauty of the night and the sensual slide of water on her body.

  That sensuality couldn’t compare to the feel of Braden sloshing them both down into the tub to set her on the water-covered bench.

  “A private pool,” he said. “Gods, the rich are decadent.”

  “It’s for meditation.”

  “Sure it is.”

  Elisa lay back, half floating, the hot water biting her skin. Braden sat down next to her, his thigh firmly against hers.

  “The tub really is for meditation,” Elisa said.

  “Tonight, it’s for getting you clean. After that, I’m going to feast on you.”

  “Feast on me?” She wondered what he meant by that and looked forward to finding out.

  He looked so sensual with his face damp with water, his hair slicked back from his forehead. Braden had a presence, dominating everything in the room the minute he walked into it. No meditation technique could ever blot him out.

  “That’s what I said, love. Feast on you.”

  He moved until he faced her, straddling her on the bench, his knees on either side of her. He lowered his head and licked her neck, drawing his tongue across her throat.

  Elisa’s head went back, and he kept licking, slow, light strokes across her skin. Braden slid his hands to her waist, lifted her a little, and continued.

  Down her chest until his tongue was between her breasts. Elisa’s hand stole to his hair, loving the heavy, wet silk of it.

  Braden licked, slowly, drawing out each stroke. He moved to her breast with the same leisurely care, until his tongue flicked the point of her nipple.

  Elisa moaned. Braden smiled as he kept up the play, teasing, circling with his tongue, until her nipple stood up in a tight, hot peak.

  “Beautiful,” Braden whispered. He closed his teeth over the nipple, a gentle bite.

  Elisa arched back, willing him to take more of it in his mouth.

  “You have fine breasts,” he said, blowing gently on her areola. “I’d love you to have a small ring on each.” He touched his tongue to the point again. “A gold chain stretching between them.”

  A chain? “What for?”

  Braden looped his finger around an imaginary ch
ain and drew it toward him. “To keep you close.”

  Elisa imagined a fine chain, like a necklace but dipping between her nipples, little rings through the taut peaks. That image should bring thoughts of pain, but instead, her body was on fire.

  Braden would tug her to him with the chain, his eyes hot, and then he’d start licking her, as he did now.

  Braden moved to the other nipple, repeating the teasing dance with his tongue. He nibbled a little then began to suckle. His eyes closed, black lashes wet on his skin. The sight of him drawing her breast into his mouth made her crazy.

  When he lifted his head far too soon, Elisa made a noise of disappointment. “More?” she asked.

  “Maybe later.”

  She wanted to whimper. His mouth was so skilled, and she felt wicked and wild when he sucked her. And free.

  Braden put his hands on Elisa’s waist and scooped her farther out of the water. Her hips rested on the lip of the sunken tub, the marble cold on her backside.

  He smiled up at her, blue eyes sinful, and then he spread her legs.

  Elisa looked down at the man between her legs, her heart pounding until she couldn’t breathe. His eyes were so blue, the irises betraying that he was different from any person she’d ever known.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “This is the feasting part.”

  But he’d done it, hadn’t he? He’d certainly feasted on her breasts. Not nearly long enough.

  Braden poked her navel with his tongue, and she jumped. “That tickles!”

  “Good.” Braden pressed more kisses to her belly, slanted her another wicked smile, and planted a kiss on her lower abdomen. He licked, and heat streaked up Elisa’s body.

  “We might have to shave you,” he said.

  “Why?” The word came out a gasp.

  “Because it would be fun.” Braden brushed two fingers down her opening. “And because I’d like to see you bare.”

  She was going to die. Braden’s fingers brushed again, and then he was lowering his head, kissing the hair he wanted to shave.

  He pressed her thighs farther apart and kissed her right on top of her clit. Elisa jumped, and then closed her eyes.

  “That’s it, my love. You lie back and enjoy it.”

  The marble was hard under her buttocks, but Elisa barely felt the discomfort. Her awareness was taken up with Braden, his hard hands on her inner thighs, his sandpaper whiskers scraping her skin as he lowered his head. Then he licked.

  Feast on you.

  He flickered his tongue over her clit then drew it across her opening, his wet tongue meeting the moisture already there. He fastened his mouth over her clit and suckled.

  Goddess help me.

  He was devouring her. As he had at her breasts, Braden closed his eyes, mouth working as he drank her. He suckled and licked, nipped and pulled, suckled some more.

  She’d never felt like this in her life. When Braden had whispered those naughty things to her in the bar, Elisa’s body had come alive, and she’d lost all control. But that feeling was nothing compared to what she experienced now.

  Tongue and teeth, nipping, licking, sucking, glorious friction. His mouth was hot and dark, scraping, and she wanted more and more and more.

  Elisa opened her legs, frantic, lifted her feet and twined them around his back. Braden’s magic tongue kept moving, licking molten heat into her, tongue bumping the walls of her sheath. He was eating her, drinking her, taking all that she was.

  Above her, through the transparent ceiling, the stars flowed against blackness, she and Braden alone in this sheltered world. Elisa wanted him to drink her dry, to take as much as he could.

  Waves of joy swept her away, yet the tub’s lip was still hard under her back. Braden held her steady, his hands strong, his mouth stronger.

  Elisa heard her own shout as her hips rose to his mouth. Braden drank and drank, fingers hard points on her thighs.

  Her cries rang to the stars, which absorbed them and sent them back down again. Happiness she’d never known in her life streamed over her, and Elisa came in an explosion of joy.

  Braden drank her like a madman. She was drowning in him, and she didn’t care. She could feel nothing but him, his mouth, his hands, his breath and tongue inside her.

  Then suddenly, his beautiful mouth was gone, cold air rushing to replace the heat. Before Elisa could gasp in disappointment, Braden was on top of her, his large, wet body holding her down.

  Elisa’s legs were still spread, and she felt something impossibly large, hot, blunt, and beautiful slide a few inches inside her.

  Chapter Nine

  No. No, no, no. Not yet.

  Elisa wasn’t ready for full sex. Braden wasn’t ready for her to be ready. There was so much more she had to learn first.

  But his body had taken over, had made him roll on top of her and slip inside. Braden couldn’t believe he’d stopped himself partway instead of shoving all the way in.

  “Gods, you are tight,” he whispered. “Beautiful Elisa.”

  Elisa gazed up at him, fully trusting, her face flushed with her coming. She was wet, tight, and, damn, so fucking slick.

  Braden barely had to move to feel her clamping down around him. Her fingers drifted down his back, her breath sweet on his face.

  Elisa lifted her head and kissed his mouth. Braden started to resist—Don’t kiss them until the very end and then make them sorry to see you go. Shareem rule one hundred and twenty-something.

  Fuck that.

  Braden kissed her, licking and nipping her lips. Elisa smiled, and he licked her again.

  She threaded hands through his hair, kissing him back lightly, her lips closed. She had no idea how to kiss. Why did that delight him?

  Braden kissed her again, this time licking across her mouth, making her lips part. He scraped his tongue into Elisa’s mouth, tasting her, showing her how to taste him back.

  Her lips moved hesitantly, her tongue just touching his. Then she caught on. Elisa started licking inside his mouth, slowly at first, then with bolder strokes. Braden met her tongue with his, tasting the sweetness of her.

  Another kiss, another sweep into her mouth, and his cock inched inside her.

  Elisa was feeling it. Her eyes half closed, and her lips parted in pleasure. Braden was stretching her, widening her little by little. Her pussy was opening for him the same as her mouth.

  He didn’t want to hurt her. If Braden gave in and pumped inside her with the intensity he wanted right now, he might hurt her. She was a virgin, even if she’d had her hymen removed in a clinic, as all Bor Nargan women did. But Elisa was nowhere near ready for a Shareem.

  Braden’s heart hammered in excitement. He was her first.

  He wanted to be her only.

  “You are too damn sweet. I can’t do this to you.”

  Elisa smiled. Her bare, wet foot traveled up his leg. “It’s what I asked for.”

  “You had no idea what you were asking. I should get out of you, do other things, get you ready to take all I have to give you.”

  “Why?” A languid stroke down his back, her fingernails just scratching. “I like this.”

  She’s right. Why? Braden was never one for following the rules. Why the hell couldn’t he simply enjoy being inside a beautiful woman? To make love to her and love doing it?

  Braden let his smile go sinful. “You like it, do you?”

  Elisa nodded slowly, a woman deep in pleasure.

  “Naughty librarian.”

  She smiled.

  The smile undid him. She wasn’t a woman smiling because she was being screwed by a Shareem. She was smiling at him, at Braden.

  “Gods.” Braden thrust his hips, his stroke taking him all the way in.

  Elisa drew a sharp breath, her brown eyes widening.

  He stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not exactly.” Elisa’s eyes closed. “Braden.”

  Braden lay still, resi
sting the urge to continue the drive inside. Elisa was new to this, unable to control her reaction. Her sheath was already pulsing around him, her beautiful pussy wanting his cock.

  Elisa kept sliding her hands across his back, movements languid. It was so hot inside her, and plenty wet. Braden had never been so warm and happy in his life.

  “Damn it,” he whispered. “Damn you.”

  He tried to fight his own buildup, but he might as well have tried to stop a sandstorm with his outstretched hands.

  His hips moved, and Elisa cried out, arching up to him. Braden met her, thrusting, trying to control it so he didn’t hurt her. He wanted her so much it was killing him, but he couldn’t hurt her. Never, ever.

  Elisa’s little noises of pleasure turned to cries of joy. Braden’s shouts mingled with hers. Then they both were moaning, sweating, moving together in perfect rhythm.

  In and out, back and forth. Elisa’s fingers clamped down on his buttocks. Her head went back, her eyes closing, lips parted, hips rocking. Braden kissed her, stroked her, fucked her, repeating her name. He loved her name.

  Elisa.

  “Elisa!”

  His seed shot out of him, and Elisa’s body dragged it in. She held him hard, her pussy all wet and hot, swallowing him.

  Braden rode her, thrusting while he came, clinging to that dark, wild feeling of ecstasy inside her. Perfect freedom.

  They crashed at the same time—together—falling, panting and gasping, to the marble tile.

  It was good. Too, fucking, fucking good.

  So fucking good Braden wanted to stay inside her for the rest of his life and never come out.

  *** *** ***

  “My naughty librarian.”

  Braden lay next to her on the marble floor, both of them face up, his hand warm on her belly. Elisa felt stretched, opened, scoured, and hot. It felt odd. And good.

  Blue still filled Braden’s eyes. “So how does it feel not to be celibate anymore?” he asked.

  Elisa couldn’t stop her smile. “Temporarily not celibate.”

  “Whatever.”

  “It feels wonderful.” Elisa touched Braden’s face, and just for a moment, she thought she saw pain flicker through his eyes. “You’re wonderful, Braden.”