by Cox, Paula
“Can you?” she asked. “You gonna prove it here and now? Right out in the open?”
She had the sensation of countless unseen eyes running up and down her body as Michael turned her back to his chest, his hands moving towards her cheeks as he stroked her face softly. “Now is that smart?” he said. “Don’t you know that we’re still in danger?”
“I… I know that,” she murmured. “I just…”
Lily’s voice trailed off and she tried to pull away from him when Michael’s hold tightened around her arms, giving her nowhere to look but his eyes, nothing to savor but his touch.
“You just want another taste,” he teased. “Am I calling it right?”
His hands moved to her blouse, and as he pried a single button from its hole, he curled his finger around the edge of her breasts. She shuddered and sighed at the feel if his hand, and as she reached up to take his fingers in hers, Michael pushed back and shook his head.
“But we really should take cover,” he said. “We have things to talk about first.”
Lily nearly laughed at the idea, the reality of him suddenly so serious. But when he failed to wink and transform it into just another step in whatever dance they were doing, Lily leaned into the feel of her body tensing even as she stayed in his arms.
“What do you… what do you suggest?” she asked.
He carried her back to his bike and pressed her body into the seat. Climbing behind her, his feet hit the pedals, and the motor purred underneath them as his lips met her ear.
“Found a little place where it can be just us,” he promised. “You want to come with?”
Turning her head over her shoulder, Lily met his eyes and nodded softly.
“I do,” she confessed, her hands daring to touch his cheek as his brow fell to hers. Their lips nearly met, when Lily summoned the strength to look ahead even as she kept her hand on his arm.
“Take me,” she said. “Show me where you want us to go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX “Here we are.”
Lily took a few slow steps into the dark recesses of a far off cave. Far enough away from the rest of the crew that no one could hear her scream if he touched her again.
And she wanted him to do just that.
Turning towards him, she was quick to wrap her arms around his neck, her lips dotting his face as she clung to his back.
“You missed me that much?” he asked.
“Like you have to ask.”
She was glad to hear him sharing something of his heart, and she moved closer to claim his lips.
“Michael, I…”
Their mouths were at the point of touching when he suddenly pushed away and turned his head. “We have to talk.”
“Don’t you want to know more than that?”
Not leaving him any room to answer, Lily pulled him closer and kissed him hard. His tongue spun around hers, and she felt her lips curling into a smile at the feel of his cock pressing against her hip.
Just take me again. We’ll figure the rest out later. Please, Michael.
He started to lower his zipper, and Lily hiked up her skirt to know all of him, to feel him entering her. The tip of his cock grazed her wet pussy, and she started to spread her legs wider, wanting nothing more than to recall all of him inside her.
“Jesus Christ,” he moaned as he started to push deeper. Lily savored his cock, the feel of her flesh encasing his as he groaned into her neck. Pulling her head away from his chest, Michael kept her at arm’s length as his eyes drove into her soul.
“Didn’t you hear me?” he said. “I wanted to talk.”
“Yeah right.” Lily smirked as she started to curve her limbs around his body. His hands met her back, and she was ready for him to lift her body into the air and press her body into the walls of stone. He could take her there; she would not protest. Her fingers brushed through his hair, and their lips were on the verge of meeting again when he turned away from her with a tight groan and closed his eyes.
“What happened?” she asked. “I… I thought you wanted me?”
Blinking through her confusion, Lily tensed until Michael pressed his fingers to her face and nodded slowly.
“I do,” he said. “But that’s the problem.”
He finally lifted her into his arms, and Lily clung to him as he brought her body to the sandy floor. Focusing around the darkness, her eyes narrowed, and she touched his face.
“Michael?”
His jaw was tight; his lips tense. Lily lowered her hand down his sides, and as soon as she met his fingers, he kept her touch close with one had while his free palm touched the top of her head.
“Don’t think I don’t want you,” he said as he stroked her hair. “I’m going crazy just being this close to you.
“Then what are we waiting for?” she asked. “We’re safe for tonight. So why are you—?”
“Because there’s always going to be a tomorrow night.”
Lily tried to kiss him again when he pulled away with a sharp groan. Her mouth watered as he stretched to his feet, and she licked her lips as he strolled away from her. As soon as his body hit the way out, Michael gazed out into the night and released a heavy sigh.
“I’m… I’m glad I get to say goodbye to you,” he said.
“Goodbye? Why would you say that?”
On her feet, Lily rushed to his side and held his back under her hands. She felt him sigh under her touch, and when he started to fall back into her, Lily’s arms eased around his waist. Her fingers danced closer to his cock when he surrounded her feet and suddenly pushed away from her.
“Because it’s too risky,” he said. “And you just can’t stay here. Not with me.”
Michael kept his eyes from hers, and Lily struggled to find her footing in the space of his touch. He seemed committed to his sudden plan.
But Lily wasn’t going down without a choice.
“I think that’s up to me,” she said.
“Lily, I—”
“When I said that I wanted to be with you, I meant it.”
He started to speak again, and she silenced him with a new kiss. As their mouths mingled, she moved her hands to his waist, ready to lower his jeans when his fingers surrounded her wrists, and he pulled her arms over her head.
“What?” she asked. “Do you want me to beg?”
“No,” Michael said, his voice thick as he softly kissed her hair. “And I don’t want you to go.”
Lily squirmed against him, her body eager for more of his touch when he released her. Lily’s hands fell reluctantly, and she strained towards the tips of his fingers, biting back her need for more of him as he shook his head and spoke softly.
“There’s going to be a price to pay,” he started.
“And Ken said that he would keep Sally safe.”
“It’s not Sally that I’m worried about. It’s you.”
Lily’s eyes glazed in confusion as she tried to touch his face. His skin nearly rested against her fingers when he turned away sharply and clenched his fists to his sides.
“Mad Angels get a hold of you,” he started. “And you’ll… I know that…”
He couldn’t finish the thought. Seeing the agony in his eyes, Lily tried to hold him when he surprised her by taking hold of her wrists again. But instead of pressing her arms over his head, he brought her hands to his mouth and whispered into her fingers.
“I can’t stand the thought of that happening to you,” he muttered. “You can still go if you want. Get away from all of this. Leave it behind.”
Lily didn’t know if she should rage at the man or walk away in despair. Her feelings were somewhere in the middle, and she latched onto that emotion as she struggled back to the surface and touched his face and shook her head. “I told you I’m not going,” she whispered. “I want to be with you.”
Michael’s eyes sparkled, and he started to kiss her lips when he pulled back again and shook his head against his shoulders. “Nowhere else you need to be?” he asked.
“Like you cared about that when to you took—”
“I care about it now.”
His voice was barely a whisper, far from what she expected, but Lily held her tongue as he touched her cheek and moaned into her ear.
‘”If you were mine, I would miss you every second of my life,” he said.
“Michael, don’t—”
“Who’s missing you now?” he asked. “Must be someone that wants to see you come home.”
A sob caught in her throat, and as he kept stroking her cheeks, she remembered her mother’s hands against her face.
“My mom,” she muttered. “I’m sure she’s going all kinds of crazy.”
“Okay,” he started. “So don’t you want to make like the good daughter and put all her fears to rest?”
Lily’s mind curled around the possibility. He had a point. Her mother would be more than overjoyed to know she was alright. But maybe, in a far off moment when the danger had passed, Lily could find some way to make contact.
But on the other hand…
“I was never anyone’s idea of a good daughter,” she said.
“Like you’re such a bad ass.”
“Maybe just a little around the edges,” Lily answered. “I certainly wasn’t my daddy’s idea of his little girl.”
If she ever made contact or somehow found her way back home, Craig Nielsen was sure to make a point of reminding her of her shortcomings and accusing her of seeking out whatever bad thing had or might have happened to her during her time away from the fold.
But Michael did not fall into that category.
Straining to kiss him, she felt Michael melting into her mouth. But he suddenly pulled back and ran his fingers through her fallen hair.
“Now why do I kind of buy that?” he said.
“Because you know the real me,” Lily said. “The one that wants more of this.”
Lowering his fly, she felt his cock pulse into her hand and began a slow, smooth stroke. Groaning under the feel of her fingers, Michael pressed against her body as they sank into the sand. Gliding her body to her back, Michael slipped inside and reached under her. Mirroring his smile when he found her cunt warm and wet, she started to kiss him again when he laid his brow against hers.
“So you telling me that this is always you under the sheets?” he asked.
“What sheets?” she asked. “Nothing here but you and me and the night.”
Pulling her skirt down her legs, Michael buried his face into her mound, his tongue lapping against her soft flesh as she threw her arms back with a grateful sigh. Fighting the urge to touch him, to hold him close, Lily focused on nothing but his skillful licks as his tongue darted in and out of the soft folds of her cunt. Taking his time with her mound, Michael painted an invisible circle around her pussy, and when she felt as if she could no longer resist the urge to bring her hands to his back and tear his shirt away, he invaded all of her sensitive flesh.
“And… and that’s more than enough for me,” she gasped, her climax spilling across his tongue. Michael drank her desire down, his head lingering between her legs as he palmed her thighs and whispered into her limbs.
“Do you really expect me to believe that you’ve never done any of this before?”
Not with Dan. Certainly not with Dan. The idea of kissing her was one thing. But if she ever suggested that he use his mouth to bring her another form of pleasure, he made no attempt to hide the distasteful grimace that always crossed his face. He thought it a dirty request not worthy of a wife, and she took Michael’s face in her hands and nodded her head in total honesty.
“There’s never been anyone like you for me,” she whispered.
Pushing him to his back, she tore his shirt from his broad chest. She fell into his tight flesh, caressed his pecs, and bathed his ink with eager kisses.
“But there had to be someone?” he asked, his voice contradicting his hands as he slashed her blouse from her body. Grabbing her breasts in his hard hands, he twisted her nipples and forced her to her back. Straddling her hips, Michael cupped her chin and gave her no choice, nowhere else to focus but his eyes, sparkling above her as his hot breath pooled between her breasts.
“Someone else who might be missing you?” he challenged as he arched his eyebrow and kept her body fixed to the sand.
Again her mind turned to Dan. Boring as he was under the sheets, figurative or otherwise, the man was far from a total monster. Did he kick himself day after day, shaking at the thought of what had happened to her? No. No that didn’t seem his style. But he had to feel some guilt over how that had parted. Maybe Lily did, too.
But this was far from the time or the place. Not when Michael was so close and she just wanted, needed more of him.
“No one important.” she said. “No one like you.”
He tilted his head, and Lily tensed at the possibility that he was about to push the point and bring Dan between them. There was far greater danger likely lurking down the road, and before he could ask another question, she shot up straight and wrapped her arms around his neck. Crushing her mouth to his, she dragged her fingers towards his head and held him tight.
“Please, let’s stop talking,” Lily begged. “Just be with me again. Right now.”
Her hand moved to his hard cock, and she parted her thighs, giving her body to him. Michael’s cock grazed against her moist mound, and he met her eyes as her flesh started to encase his.
“Lie back,” he ordered, his eyes flashing.
Lily bit her tongue and offered no protest. Collapsing into the sand, her mouth watered at the sight of Michael’s lithe form hovering over her, the moonlight blaring over his shoulder. His cock held her in suspense, and she started to turn around him when he snapped his fingers.
“Wait,” he hissed.
Trapped around his cock, Lily pushed her palms into the sand and fought to honor his request. If she was good, if she waited until he made the next move, the reward would be sweet. But still she shuddered underneath him, around him.
“Lily…”
He fell forward ever so slightly and touched his finger to her cheek. Shivering at the feel of his hand on her face, Lily’s eyes fluttered shut, and she tried to savor his hand even as she wanted so much more. Daring to turn her head closer to hand, she heard the air passing between his teeth as he lightly tapped her cheek.
“Not until I say so,” he cautioned.
Looking into his eyes again, she swallowed hard. This was how he wanted her; it was how she wanted him.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “But please. Please don’t make me wait too long.”
“Thought you said you weren’t going anywhere?”
Lily’s mind spun as she tried to keep pace with the thoughts racing behind his eyes. Go. Don’t stay. Tell me I’m the only one. Weren’t there others?
Tripping close to what felt like a kind of madness, Lily forgot his needs and pushed forward. “I won’t!” she gasped. “I can’t.”
Stretching towards him, Lily sighed at the feel of him falling closer to his cock. Fearing that he would push away from her and leave her to crawl her way back to camp through the sand and the dust, Michael surprised her with his arm around her waist as he pulled her to his chest and granted her some rest against his skin.
“Show me,” he said. “Show me why I should risk this.”
Perched on his cock, Lily started to kiss his arms again when he released her from his hold. Reaching into the air, Lily knew that she had no chance of holding his arms, his hands. Pressing her hands to her face, she groaned into her palms and started to sink into despair.
But she still had his cock inside her.
“I’ll show you,” she whispered. I’ll make you believe me.
Stretching her arms back, Lily touched his limbs and forced all of her focus on the pulse of his cock buried in her cunt. Moving her hips around his, she nearly groaned in despair when he stayed still all around her.
Give me more. Give me something…
