by K. L. Jessop
“Then stop fighting.” I need her to show me—tell me—what she wants. I need her to give up the fight I know she’s battling and desperate to run from. “Aren't you tempted, Tori?” I glide my nose along her jaw. “Knowing how good I’ll make you feel?” I trail my fingers up under her vest top, brushing them against her creamy hot skin and growl when I sense she’s not wearing a bra. “My lips on yours. On your skin. On your pussy.” She shivers, and it’s not from the night summer rain.
“Please, stop talking like this,” she whispers on a plea.
I transfer my fingers down her body and begin to move them up her inner thigh, keeping my lips close to hers and letting the temptation of a kiss hang in the air. “My fingers teasing you, touching you, stroking you so you fall apart in my hand with my name on your lips…”
“Lucas…”
“Tell me, Tori. You provide all this pleasure for strangers on a night time, but when was the last time a real man made you feel good?”
She is falling hard with my seduction and for a second, I wonder if she will still put up the resistance, until she breathlessly admits. “About two weeks ago, when I first saw you out—” I swallow her words and crash my mouth to hers with a kiss that’s possessive and hungry. She tastes like a fine wine, rich, dark and full of fascination. A moan leaves the back of her throat when my fingers rub the sodden lace of her underwear. The impact of her heat on my skin has me deepening the kiss, letting her know with my mouth that I’m about to ruin her in the most satisfying way, with a kiss, she won’t forget and the richest, most intense orgasm that’ll take her hours to recover from. One stroke… two strokes, purposely avoiding her clit, which brings out the words I’m wanting to hear.
Her hands fly up and ball my shirt, gripping me so tight it’s as though she is too afraid to let go. “God, Lucas, Please!”
“Please what? Please stop?” I question, already knowing her answer. “Shall I stop?” She shakes her head and I grin but stop anyway, causing a throaty groan to escape her. “Then tell me what you want, Tori.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“But I have been, baby, and I love the way you suddenly have no control.”
She groans once more, her frustrations apparent.
I move my lips closer to her ear. “I need you to be clear on what you are needing, Birdy. Otherwise, I’m just going to tease the living hell out of this pretty pussy until sunrise.”
“Fingers!” she grits. “I need you to fuck me with your fingers.”
I push a finger inside her and my eyes close; she’s fucking soaked. Her head falls back, her lips part and I kiss my way down her throat as a whisper of pleasure escapes from her with grace. Slowly but surely, I knew this woman was reeling me in, but right here, with my body finally against hers and my hand buried in her heat, I know, without a doubt, I’m fucking ruined. I graze my teeth on her breast through the fabric of her top, pulling her taut nipple into my mouth as I thrust two more fingers inside. Her back arches, a deep cry leaves her.
“Yes!”
“Tell me what I’m doing to you?”
“Making me come,” she whispers through gritted teeth, riding my hand. I stop my thrusts when I feel her beginning to tighten and pull out, leaving the tips of my fingers dangerously close to her sex and her breathing scattered. Her eyes snap open, thick and heavy with need, a craving she can’t get enough of. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.”
I don’t want her to come just yet, I need to make sure that what she’s about to engage in is mutual and give her one last declaration that I know will lead her into temptation, set her body on fire and tip her over the edge.
“I fuck, Tori, hard and wild. I make women come so hard they can't see straight—so hard that they can still feel me for days because of how deep and how fucking hot it was. I make them ache in a way that drives them crazy and has them begging for more before and after sex, and I make sure no one will ever come close.” I cup her pussy. “I need to make this mine. I want to kiss every inch of your skin and mark you with my teeth so you’ll still see me on you when I’m not there. I want you as mine and only mine. But if you don’t want this, Tori, I need to hear you say it.”
She nods with a whimper. “I do want this. I shouldn’t but I do. I want all of this. I need this.”
“Good.” I push three fingers back inside her. “Because I fuck like a God and I will make you come like a Queen.” I fuck her hard, sinking my teeth into the soft skin on her neck, and when I finally press and circle her swollen clit, she screams my name and locks around my fingers so fucking tight I slam my mouth on hers and kiss her like a starved animal.
I’m fucking ruined.
Chapter Twelve
Victoria.
My body is on fire as we drive our way through the small town, and my racing heart hasn’t slowed since he left the club earlier. My head is screaming that this is all wrong and that I should've walked away, but with every pulse in my body vibrating violently against my skin, I know it's where I need to be. From the moment I set eyes on Lucas, I knew he would be my undoing, that he would trap me and have me fixed on his intoxication, and faster than I can control he's working his way deep into my veins. When I saw him outside of the club, I was both relieved and irritated: relieved because I knew the tension in my body would be released but irritated because I knew I wouldn’t have the strength to walk away. And I needed to walk away. A man was never in my plans when I returned to the bay. My energy and time are solely for Charlie, like they have been since the day I found out I was expecting him. I can’t have added complication in my life.
But then the inevitable happened. I surrendered. My strength was stripped from me in a matter of words and proximity and I was caught in his web and the sweet hot seduction of his touch he knew would be lost on me to.
We turn down into a luxury housing estate I don’t recognise; my eyes widen at the size of the houses as the car comes to a stop, and I know the mansion in front is his. This place is something else. Getting out, I inspect the building as Lucas comes to the side of me. Large windows and spring gardens congregate in the area as the ground below is designed with red brick paving. Everything seems luxurious and fresh and it puts my small living space to shame.
“Tori?” he whispers, the sound of my name on his lips causing butterflies to soar.
My only regret now is not telling him it sooner.
“You hardly said a word since we got in the car. Do you still want this?”
There’s a genuine concern in his eyes with his question, and I know that if my answer were to be no, he’d let me walk free no matter how much he wants this.
“Yes.”
A sexy-knee-weakening smile tugs his lips before they reconnect with mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth as it quickly becomes heated. He tastes of whiskey and fresh water and smells good enough to eat.
“I need to get you inside before I take you in my driveway,” he rasps.
“You not into people watching?” I tease.
“Absolutely not. I meant what I said when I said you will only be mine.” Stepping back, he takes my hands and walks us to the door. Once inside, my eyes don’t get a chance to take in the interior, because as soon as the door is kicked closed, his mouth is back on mine. My hands are pinned above my head as I’m pressed against the wall and thick muscle. The confidence he has in his mouth and tongue is absurd; I’ve never been kissed with such a depth of wildness and possession at the same time. It makes me nervous. I’ve not fucked anyone since falling pregnant but that’s not what bothers me. It’s the realisation that when he claims me as his, he’ll never let me go, and the last thing I want to do is generate an emotion in him that I’m likely to break.
Needing to gain some sort of control, I push him back and break the kiss, stepping out of his hold as I make my way down the hall towards the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to show me around?”
“There’s only one place I want to show you and it has clean sheets.”
His place is spacious and expensive with marble top counters and an island that’s centred in the large open area featuring neutral units. The black glossy table seats eight and is placed in front of French doors that clearly open out onto an outside area. Everything is clean and looks untouched yet it all has a sense of Lucas everywhere you turn.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks, leaning against the wall of the stairs just outside of the kitchen, watching me.
“No thanks,” I whisper, taking in the layout for the second time. “This place is amazing.”
“You say it as though you’ve never seen a place this big before.”
“I haven’t. Not in real life. The nearest I got to a kitchen this big was visiting the show homes in the DIY stores with my mum as a kid,” I admit. “Houses like this were a dream to us.” I press my lips together, knowing I’ve said too much and not wanting my past to become a conversation. Houses like this were a dream to me along with everything else I longed for when I woke up to another sunny day, yet my world was still full of darkness. I can feel his eyes watching me, but I keep mine solely on the interior. I’m almost too afraid to look at him. Everything about him engulfs me at high speed, uncovering me piece by piece—who I see myself as—and exposing me in a completely different way to what I’ve ever felt before.
“So, this is the bachelor pad where you bring all your women?” I quip.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought back here.”
“Oh please,” I snort, finally bringing my eyes to him. “And how many times have you used that line on them?”
A shiver cascades down my body as he makes his way towards me with a penetrating stare. Pushing me against the island and taking my chin between his forefinger and thumb for me to look at him. His eyes are hot and wild. “Tori, I’m only going to say this once, so I’d listen very carefully. I don’t lie. So, when I say something, I damn well mean it. I’ve never fucked anyone in this house or the one I owned before. You are the first woman I’ve brought here—the first I’ve wanted to be here and the first I’m going to fuck in my bed, in my living room, on this damn counter top and every other place you want. All this is new to me, I’m not going to deny that, but I want you here.”
His words shouldn’t be affecting me the way they are because they are starting to chip away tiny pieces of my fractured heart that’s barely holding together. He wants me here. But why? “Why me, Lucas?” I find myself needing clarification. “Of all the women you could have had here, why me? What makes me so different?”
His eyes zone so deep into mine and for a moment I feel like I’ve lost him. I press my hand against his chest and a smile tugs the corners of his lips before he whispers, “I’m still trying to figure that out.”
The sexual encounters I’ve experienced over the years have been far from memorable or respectable. Being an alone vulnerable young woman, you quickly become pure gold to the eyes of sexual predators. Never once was there a man as muscular and breathtakingly beautiful as Lucas that made me feel safe just by looking at me. I don’t know what it is that makes him see me differently, because if he really knew me, and knew of the things I have experienced over the years, he’d be saying and wanting to do the opposite. However, right now, and just for one night, I’ll take whatever he’s willing to give.
“Then we better find these sheets,” I say softly with a smile, slipping off my jacket for it to fall to the floor. His lips find mine, and once our tongues entwine, I’m lifted around his waist and we’re leaving the kitchen. The coolness of his bedroom hits my back and the smell of clean sheets fills my senses. Once I’m placed on my feet, all that sexual desire is more prominent than before with a rush inside me that’s almost unbearable. Our hands and mouths are fast and wild as we remove each other’s clothes. Belts and buckles clink as moans escape between us. My heart is rapid, my clit begging for his touch. I snake my fingers down the hard-cut muscle of his shoulders and chest that’s painted with a tribal tattoo, taking in his pierced nipple that sends my insides all kind of crazy. There is no doubt about it: this man is like something girls only dream of. His physique screams strength and power, and after tonight, I know I’ll never be the same.
“You look so strong.” I’m suddenly a bag of nerves. How does one man create so many sensations in me all at once? “And that sounded ridiculous.”
His low laugh brushes against my neck as he lifts my chin, pecking me on the lips. “I kinda like you nervous, Birdy. It’s an all-new kind of sexy.”
“You’ve clearly brought that out of me.”
Backing me down to the bed, a wicked grin graces his lips before covering the wolf and roses tattoo that’s inked across my sternum.
I want this. I want him. And I want to be set free, even if it’s just for a few hours.
“You’re like a work of art.”
I arch my body with a moan when he locks his teeth around my nipple, sucking and kissing before creating a path of wet kisses down my stomach. My breathing comes in short sharp convulses when he removes my thong, parting my legs, my skin already feeling the burn and my pussy throbbing to the point of pain. “I’ve been dreaming about kissing this pretty pussy of yours.”
“Then shut up and kiss it.”
“You’re so wet for me. So beautiful laid here ready and waiting, just for me.”
“Please, Lucas. I can’t stand it any more.” The heat from his low laugh hits my wetness and I’m squirming with need. He’s driving me crazy, teasing and taunting me in the most delicious way.
“Remind me again, Tori. Who will your body belong to?”
“You.”
“Who is going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
I’m panting hard, and if he doesn’t stop this dirty talk I’m likely to come just by his words. “You.”
“Who will you fuck from now on?”
“You.”
His tongue possesses the hot flesh, licking and sucking from top to bottom, creating an ownership that has me seeing stars. My fingers twist in the soft sheets, the thick locks of his hair, and I moan when two fingers slip inside to play with that perfect spot.
“Oh, God, yes!”
He is something else, driving my body crazy with his touch as the volume of my own voice reaches a new decibel. Every time I cry out, he adds more pressure with his tongue, pinching hard on my nipple and covering my breast with his large hand.
I come apart.
Every fragment of my body trembles, every pulse strumming against my skin. But what I love more than anything is that he’s erased the brokenness I feel inside. The taste of myself invades my mouth when our tongues reconnect.
“You taste to fucking good.”
When he sits back, I get a perfect view of his sculptured body. From his chiselled jaw, heavy rounded shoulders and the ripples of his abdomen. I want to run my tongue over every part to see if he tastes of the ocean. Every carved piece of muscle is coated in bronze from the rays of the sun, making him look like he’s the god of all sea creatures. He strokes himself, watching me with hooded eyes as I take him in. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Taking the condom from him, I roll it down his thick solid length. I graze my nails over his balls, up his shaft and over the tip. His eyes roll back, a deep husky growl leaves his throat and before I know it, I’m pinned down to the bed as he hovers over me.
“Do you not want me to touch you?” I smile.
“Yes, but not right now. Because if you’d have carried on, I wouldn’t have wanted you to stop, and I’m not going to come anywhere but inside you. This right here,” he gestures between us, “is not about me right now. It’s about you, and I’m about to show you how strong I can be when I make you fucking scream.” He pushes inside and just like that, with every inch, I’m captured. A strong emotion of hope and protection heavily soaks through my skin spreading deep into my veins and circling my body. This is too much: his touch, his kiss. Everything. It’s too real. And I know that this
will never just be one night. Because now that I have him, I don’t think I can let him go.
He slams back into me, this time coming to a stop and resting his head on mine. “Jesus, Tori, you feel incredible.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I buck into him, needing him to continue with the ride I don’t want to get off. He fucks me like he promised, hard, fast and deep. His hand holds me firmly at the ribs, his other supports him on the wall behind us as our eyes burn into each other like our souls are on fire. Each thrust makes me weaker and hotter as flames ignite inside. I feel him everywhere—deep inside, head to toe—and it’s everything I shouldn’t want.
“Lucas!” My orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, removing everything from me and drawing everything out of him. His head falls to my neck as we catch our breaths.
What the hell just happened? Who is this man?
“Holy shit,” he gasps, planting kisses on my neck. “That was fucking intense.”
“You weren’t wrong,” I giggle. “I really did cum like a Queen.”
He laughs before devouring my mouth, circling his tongue with mine and pulling on my bottom lip. Once he disposes of the condom, I’m pulled into him so we are facing each other. “Your strength has just violated my body.”
“Glad you took me up on my offer?”
“You make it sound like I never had a choice.”
“You didn’t. I would have hunted you down one way or another to have you here. And when I saw you in that corset, I knew I couldn’t let you run away this time.”
“So, you thought you’d use food and a few dirty words as bait?”
He shrugs and grins. “It worked didn’t it?”
“You’re an animal.” I slap him playfully and go to wriggle out of his hold, but he holds me steady.
“Not so fast, kitty cat. I’m not ready for you to leave just yet.”
“But what if I want to?” I smile.
“Then I seriously need to up my game if you’re wanting to run out on me so soon after I’ve just ravaged your body in the best way.”
