Fool for Love (Believe #2)

by Karen Ferry

  Desire.

  To be put on display but with the clear warning to probing eyes; they may be given the permission to look, but they’re not allowed to touch.

  There is a sense of power to it. One I revel in.

  I nod at my reflection, satisfied with my appearance, and step into my black pumps as I put on a long-sleeved silver cardigan. The sudden slam from the front door makes me pause, and a nervous tingle rushes down my spine as I leave my sanctuary.

  The thought that Garrett is about to see me like this causes my breath to still, but I can’t avoid him forever. Squaring my shoulders, I hold my head high as I turn off the light and walk out of the bathroom to meet him.

  With purposeful strides, I silently thank my mother for teaching me the art of walking in high heels at a young age, and I pretend to not notice him right away as I walk out into the living room.

  “What the fuck are you wearing?” he growls. The anger wafting in the air is palpable. I look at him as he stands in the middle of the room, but I refuse to let my eyes linger for long. The way he looks right now, wearing boots, jeans, and a leather jacket, calls to all my senses. I mustn’t let them be seen. My fingers itch to run them through his long, wavy hair, and I want to rub my cheek against his beard, purring like a cat – but I’m not allowed to do that.

  “I told you last week, I found a job. That’s where I’m off to now,” I clip as I walk past him.

  “At The Vault, I see.”

  The fact that he knows about that place causes me to pause, but not for long.

  “You’re familiar with it?” I ask, cursing inwardly for letting the question slip out.

  “Very,” he mutters. Keeping my back to him, I wrap a scarf around my neck before taking my long winter coat down from the peg behind the door.

  “I see,” I whisper. Another piece to the puzzle that is Garrett Thompson clicks into place.

  “No, you don’t.” I refuse to pay attention to the harsh tone of his voice, and quickly button my coat. But that doesn’t mean I can’t feel the vibration of his anger as he moves closer to me.

  “For fuck’s sake, Suzy,” he whispers. I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes. Of their own will, my hands rest on the last button before falling to my sides. I ball my fists when the warmth of his breath fans across my cheek from behind, and I have to work hard on breathing regularly.

  “You make it hard on a man to keep his promises,” he mutters. The almost primal growl that follows when he inhales my scent makes me snap my eyes open.

  “Garrett…please…” He has to be able to hear the plea in my voice – the longing mixed with regret isn’t one easy to miss. “I’ll be late for work.”

  My heartbeat gallops away in my chest, and I’m almost certain he can hear it. His hand snakes its way around my waist, finding its way inside my coat, and he pushes down on my abdomen. I sigh deeply when I feel the hardness of his chest on my back. He engulfs me, consumes me, yet I feel perfectly safe.

  “Whenever you change your mind, waif, I’ll be here,” he mutters. I want to lean back and surrender to him completely when his hand trails lightly down my tummy, and a teasing finger rests just above my pussy.

  Sweet. Torture.

  “You’re not playing fair,” I gasp and spread my legs slightly, giving in to the longing in my body.

  He chuckles darkly. “I never said I would. I always get what I want, waif…but I can wait for a while longer.” His finger presses down on my clit, and I moan from the warmth it emits in my body as his touch zings me.

  His other arm reaches across my upper body, and I tilt my head back when his hand takes a hold on my neck, turning my head towards him. The possessive touch ignites an unfamiliar fire within my soul, and it thrills me like nothing else ever has. His minty breath makes my mouth water.

  “But for now…I think we both need a little taste,” he whispers. I open my mouth to protest, but before a sound leaves me, his lips are on mine.

  Hard.

  Unrelenting.

  Warm.

  Bliss.

  My reservations vaporise into thin air when his tongue trails the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth to let him in. His tongue sweeps in, and that’s all it takes to forget who I am, where we are, or what I’m supposed to do.

  A myriad of emotions spreads in my body as he takes what he wants from me – as he takes command of my pleasure with both his lips and his fingers. I am scared, yet eager; excited, but apprehensive; impatient, but wanting to draw it out at the same time.

  Wetness gathers between my legs as he continues his teasing assault on my pussy, and I push my arse back to feel his cock. The hold he has on my neck loosens, and I turn impatiently in his arms.

  “More,” I sigh as my mouth leaves his. A sense of victory fills me when I find him breathing hard in front of me, his eyes boring into mine with the kind of passion I have never encountered before. Not thinking about the consequences, I hurry to unbutton my coat, and I let it fall to my feet.

  “Is this you saying ‘yes’ to me, waif?” he breathes. I smile at him.

  “Yes. I’m saying ‘yes’, Garrett. To everything.”

  I remove the scarf from around my neck and toss it carelessly to the floor. His heavy-lidded gaze zeros in on my heaving breasts, and I hurry to remove my cardigan, giving him a better view. The way he licks his lips, as if he wants to eat me for breakfast, causes my belly to swarm with butterflies.

  Anticipation for what comes next hits me right in my core, and I take a step closer to him.

  “No doubts?” he asks as he unbuttons his leather jacket.

  “None,” I answer, and it’s the truth. I’m tired of avoiding my feelings. If I end up falling for him, that’s my problem, not his.

  “You understand what I’m offering you?” He takes off his coat and waits for me once more, arms hanging down his sides.

  “I do.” I take in the doused fire in his eyes, and try to reassure him with my own that I’m not talking nonsense – that I mean it.

  “Thank fuck,” he growls. He proceeds to place his hands on my face, his mouth slamming down on mine. I gasp but open for him at once as he backs me up against the wall. I wrap my left leg around his hip, grinding my pussy shamelessly against his cock, and the hum in his throat makes me bolder. I put my arms around his neck and lose myself entirely to the fire. Our tongues tangle, dancing to their own tune, and I can smell my arousal.

  I need him. Now.

  My breath falls rapidly and I throw my head back when his mouth leaves mine to nibble on my neck.

  “Tell me, waif – what do you like?” Garrett whispers urgently. “Anything you object to that I should be aware of?”

  His hands roam my back until they settle on my arse, and the sting of his nails digging in only makes me grow wilder.

  “Oh god, just fuck me,” I moan. The softness of his beard tickles my neck as he chuckles.

  “I need to know, Suzy. I need to know how far I can take you.”

  “I…I can’t think…Oh…” His nimble fingers have found their way into my soaked panties, and I push my hips into his hands, silently begging him to hurry up.

  “Shit, you’re drenched,” he growls. I gasp when he bites down on my shoulder.

  “That’s going to leave a mark,” I sigh, fumbling to find the zipper of his pants.

  “Uh-uh-uh. I’m in charge, Suzy-Q.” The steel in his voice automatically makes me pause, and I force my eyes to open and look up to take in his predatory gaze.

  Gone is the playfulness I could hear in his voice, replaced with a commanding air that I have yet to understand.

  But I’ve always been quick to learn.

  I release the hold on his jeans and place my hands on the wall behind me.

  “Do you want me to call you ‘sir’?” I breathe.

  The surprise in his eyes almost makes me smile, but I refrain.

  “I see you’ve picked up a couple of things at your new job,” he muses. As he mentions it,
panic overtakes me.

  I place a hand over my eyes and groan. “Holy shit, I’m going to lose my job.”

  “No, you won’t.”

  I frown and remove my hand. I don’t understand.

  “How do you know that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him, a sense of suspicion hitting me.

  “Because Rowan is my cousin, and I’ll call him to explain your absence after I’m done with you,” Garrett clarifies.

  His words feel like a cold bucket of ice has been thrown at me.

  “Your cousin?!” I gasp. He nods at me. “Oh, well, isn’t this just perfect?” I mutter.

  He lifts an eyebrow at me.

  “You really want to talk about this now, or do you want me to fuck you senseless?” He removes his t-shirt, and the sight of his bare chest makes my mouth water.

  Taking a deep breath, I shake my head slowly.

  “Good,” he smirks at me, and my breath hitches when a determined glint enters his eyes. “Now, you asked me if you should call me ‘sir’. No, not yet. Tonight, I plan on worshipping your body, making you come so hard again and again that you won’t remember your own name; and later, once you’ve slept for a while, I’ll tell you what being with me entails. Understood?” He lifts his right hand and rests it lightly on my chin. I nod.

  He smiles slowly and opens the first button on his jeans. My eyes are locked with his, and I can’t break away from the ferocious gleam in them. The air feels heavy with lust, and I long to please him…to let him control me.

  I try to hide what I already know.

  I don’t know him. I don’t understand him. But this I know for sure – he owns my body.

  The question is, will he end up owning my heart as well?

  “Come here,” he orders me. I do as he says and take a step towards him.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he continues. Again, I comply. I lick my lips when he wraps his arms around me, his hands on my arse again. I expect him to kiss me, but instead, he merely looks me over, a scrutinising look in his eyes.

  “Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, taking me by surprise. “I won’t hurt you. The only pain I’ll ever inflict upon you will be one born out of pleasure, seeking to bring you to new heights.”

  His last words should make me recoil from him; instead, they elicit a delicious shiver down my spine, and my body breaks out in goose bumps.

  Without saying another word, he bends his knees and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, and, hesitating, I play with his long hair as he walks me to my bed.

  His bed.

  He sighs as he places me in the middle, and I brace myself for whatever he’s about to do to me. He takes one last look at me, desire the most prominent emotion in his eyes, and I tremble as his head descends. Feeling his mouth on mine is my kind of heaven, and I don’t want to stop kissing him. His lips are more gentle this time, but I’m impatient for more.

  More heat.

  More pain.

  More…just more.

  His lips leave mine, and he kneels before me.

  “Touch me,” he whispers. I lean up on an elbow before reaching out with my right hand.

  “I want you to know that I’ve never craved a woman’s touch as much I do yours.” His admission throws me, and I can tell that it’s costing him to admit it, if the frown marring his features is anything to go by. He almost looks angry. I smile cheekily at him and lick my lips.

  “Well, that’s a great ego booster,” I reply. He blinks before erupting in laughter. The sound makes my belly flutter like mad, and I lean towards him to place a lingering kiss on his hip bone.

  He hisses as I let my mouth wander across his abdomen, and I take pleasure when they contract from the warmth of my tongue.

  For now, I hold the power, and I revel in it.

  But – I want him to command me instead. I lie back on the bed, my arms resting above my head.

  Tilting my chin at him, I whisper, “Please, do with me as you will…Sir.”

  Darkness clouds in his eyes, no doubt from hearing the surrender in my voice, and a thrill courses through me.

  I’m ready to be shown what it means to give up my precious control.

  FUCK ME. SHE’S EXQUISITE.

  Looking down at Suzy now, seeing the compliance in her body and her eyes, I feel a rush unlike any I have felt in a long time.

  Perhaps never.

  I don’t allow my last thought to take hold, though. My dick demands a release, so I merely smile at her and unzip my jeans. As I push them down, I see the surprise in her eyes when she notices I’ve gone commando today. I take a firm hold of the base of my dick, stroking it slowly. I haven’t been with a woman who didn’t know the game in so long, and the trust she is placing in me makes me feel honored.

  “I’m going to eat out your pussy first,” I tell her. The blush on her cheeks gives me such a high. The fact that she’s still in her uniform is making me so hard for her that for the first time in years, I’m almost afraid I’ll come before actually fucking her.

  “Hold onto the bed, babe.” I move to stand and remove my jeans before kneeling down on the floor. I place her stocking-clad legs on either side of my shoulders and close my eyes briefly as I lower my head to inhale her arousal.

  “I want you to keep your eyes open and watch me as I lick you.” I place my hands on her panties and slide them to the side, baring her before me. My breath hitches when I see her pussy for the first time. The fact that she isn’t completely bare pleases me.

  “Fuck…just beautiful,” I whisper before leaning down to give her a soft lick, my eyes never leaving hers. Her thighs tremble and her mouth opens on a deep sigh. Her taste is intoxicating. Sweet. Warm. Perfect. Hungry for more, I suckle hard on her clit, and I feel sweat begin to gather on my back.

  “Oh, god, Garrett,” she moans. The need to devour her consumes me.

  “This pussy is hungry, isn’t it?” I ask her as I let a finger slide inside her wetness.

  “Yes,” she gasps, rolling her hips against me.

  “You want more, waif?” I groan as I feel her walls clamp down on my finger, and I can feel some cum leaking from my dick.

  “Yes!” she shouts, almost on a sob, her eyes heavy with lust. I smile slowly and put two more fingers inside her.

  “Then brace yourself, babe. This is going to be a wild ride.”

  I blow briefly on her clit before picking up my speed. As I find her sweet spot, my tongue trails her pussy round and round. My hips thrust forward of their own will.

  I need to be inside her.

  I need to ride her so hard she won’t ever forget me.

  But first – I need to make her come on my mouth.

  The look in her eyes as she fights to keep them open is astounding. She’s wild for me, trusting me implicitly with her body.

  I stop licking her pussy for a moment and say, “When I tell you to ‘come’, feel free to scream, babe.” A broken laugh escapes her, but it ends on a long moan as I eat her out more roughly. Her wetness on my cheeks is like an aphrodisiac, and my arms are shaking badly.

  When she moves her hips faster, I mumble, “Come, waif. Come now.”

  She does scream, and the sound of my name falling from her lips is the sweetest, most satisfying sound in the world. I have to work hard on not biting down on her clit, or to turn her around to spank her as I slam my dick inside her. I keep myself in check for now. She’s not ready for it yet.

  “Fuck, I’m glad you changed your mind,” I whisper. I then place soft kisses on her thighs as I take a firm hold on her panties, pulling them down her legs. “Your pussy tastes like heaven.” I take a firm hold on my dick and rub the cum around the tip before moving up to cover her body with mine.

  She’s so small.

  “I have to be careful not to crush you,” I murmur, tossing my head to get rid of my hair falling in my eyes.

  The sated smile grazing her lips as she keeps her eyes closed makes me want to bang on my chest like a caveman,
but I don’t like that she’s hiding from me at the same time.

  “Open your eyes, waif. Don’t hide from me,” I command her, my voice like a band of steel, and I reach up to entwine my fingers with hers, engulfing her with my body.

  Immediately, she obeys, and I revel in her submission.

  “Good girl,” I grumble, leaning down to take her mouth in a long, languid, wet kiss. Her fingers wriggle in mine, but then tighten, and I can feel her yielding to me.

  I end the kiss by tracing my lips down to her neck, biting slightly. I smirk when I feel her shiver, taking care to notice every reaction I get from her in my mind for the next time.

  “Condom?” I ask her gruffly as she spreads her legs so that my dick can feel the warmth from her pussy. I’m at my breaking point. My control is bound to snap at any given moment now.

  “In the drawer,” she whispers, pushing her crotch against me.

  Reluctant to leave her, I pull roughly at the top of her corset, freeing her breasts before I put most of my weight on her. I savour the feel of her soft breasts against my hard chest as I continue to worship her body with my mouth, but I have to move eventually. I turn my head and release my hold on her hands. I reach across her to open the bedside table and take the condom out, and I sit back to straddle her.

  “Here.” I stretch my hand out towards her. “Put it on me.”

  A slow smile spreads on her lips as she takes it from me.

  “I didn’t know I was allowed to touch you, Sir,” she mumbles. I raise an eyebrow at her.

  “When I tell you to touch me, you may. And – that’s the second time you’ve called me ‘sir’ tonight. I thought I told you that it was unnecessary for now.”

  She shrugs lightly as she rips the foil away. Warmth spreads throughout my body. The knowledge that I will be possessing her at last is overwhelming.

  “I find that I like calling you that,” she explains as she starts to roll the condom on. I brace myself as I feel her soft, yet firm hands take a hold on the base of my dick, and I can’t keep the deep hum reverberating in my chest at bay.