by Julia Devlin
She swallowed. He’d been making her uncomfortable all evening, but in the bathroom, she’d also gotten her proof that she’d liked everything he was doing to her. But she couldn’t exactly admit it out loud. She shrugged. “Maybe you have a tiny point.”
He roared with laughter and gestured to her plate. “Eat something.”
Picking up her fork, she scooped up a piece of creamy penne but couldn’t bring herself to lift the food to her mouth. She didn’t think she could swallow. Nerves and desire, mixed with hope, swirled like a vortex, throwing her from one emotion to the next. She hadn’t expected this. A part of her hadn’t thought it would work.
“Let’s get back to this orgasm.” Lukas’ hot palm slid over her knee.
She jumped, her fork falling from her hands and clattering to the plate. “Do we have to?”
Calloused fingers played over her sensitive skin. “I was thinking while you were strutting your way through the restaurant.”
“I do,” she closed her eyes as his hand moved higher, “not strut.”
He chuckled. “What’d you discover in the bathroom, Abby? Because I can assure you, me and every man in the room recognized that sway of hips you had going on as you made your way back to me.”
She began to throb, her womb tightening to a clench in anticipation. This must be what true desire felt like. “Nothing.” The word was a mere squeak.
He moved higher, pulling her legs apart as he had before. The heat from her body had to be searing his hand. She barely breathed as his hand came to rest at the top of her inner thigh. Torn between wanting to pull away and thrust into his touch, she remained still as a statue.
His palm slid back down her leg. “You clearly know what you want in bed, so I’m confused about why touching yourself didn’t make you come.”
She pressed her lips together, how did he expect her to think when he was doing that?
He squeezed her thigh. “What did you think about?”
“Huh?” He’d moved up to the top of her inner thigh again.
“When you masturbated, what did you think about?”
“Umm…” Up and down. Up and down. Over and over until she felt as if she might melt into a puddle of goo under the table.
“Abby.” The amusement in voice clear. “Are you distracted?”
Why wouldn’t he touch her? “What?”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Unable to speak, she nodded.
“Tell me.”
She couldn’t. A low hum started deep in her belly as he stroked over the damp flesh of her thighs. Aching, she wanted to scream the words but her throat wouldn’t work.
“I want you to say it. Ask me to touch you.”
“Why?” Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the table.
“Because I want it, and so do you.”
If he didn’t do something soon, she would burst into flames. On a hard exhalation, she said, “Please touch me.”
“Answer my question and I will.” Another hard squeeze.
A low, feral sound echoed on the air, and to Abby’s shock, she realized it had come from her. What was happening to her? “I didn’t think about anything.”
“Hmmm…” He sounded skeptical and it worried her.
She was telling the truth. She cleared her parched throat and ignored the strong fingers stroking over flesh she’d had no idea was sensitive. “I-I didn’t know what I was doing, and I did some research on the internet.”
His hand stilled. “You researched it on the internet?”
Embarrassed, she closed her eyes. “Yes. And I did everything they said, but it didn’t work.”
“Ah, now it’s starting to make sense.” Before she could ask what he meant, his hand covered her mound. A low groan sounded from deep in his throat. “Goddamn, you are wet.”
Seeking fingers traveled without resistance along her moist, swollen skin. She flushed with need and embarrassment as she practically dripped into his palm. “I’m sorry.” Hips jerked involuntarily as a slow ache began to build.
“There is nothing to be sorry about.” In a slow, steady circle, he began to rub. A jolt shot through her as her muscles clenched. “You forgot the most important part of touching yourself, Abby.”
Nothing she’d experienced before had felt like this, like a spring coiling tighter and tighter inside her. She gasped out, “What?”
“You forgot the fantasy.” He kept up a smooth rhythm and she put her head in her hands, shutting her eyes. Unable to help herself, she rocked into his hand, a tiny moan escaping her lips.
What was he doing?It was so…so…good. Awesome.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Abby?”
“Oh god yes.”
“This is why you have submission fantasies, it doesn’t matter what your brain tells you.” His fingers sank inside her pussy. She shuddered, her head falling back as her fingers clutched the white tablecloth. The spring coiled ever tighter until it became a pinprick of focus. Along her neck, his hot, ragged breath warmed her already overheated skin. “You’re not going to be able to think your way out of this, little girl. You’re going to come for me tonight.”
All coherent thought scrambled as his fingers began to pump. Harder. Faster. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“So hot and tight. You’re going to be a screamer. You’re already fighting to keep quiet, and I’ve barely started.” His low, hoarse voice sent shivers down her back.
Her inner muscles clung to his fingers as he pulled out, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness. Before she could stop herself, she moaned, “No, don’t stop.”
In response, he placed two fingers on either side of her labia and squeezed up and down over her soaking-wet pussy. Intense pleasure blasted through her. Her mind went blank. The invisible spring tightened to the point of breaking.
“I can’t wait to sink into this hot, wet cunt.”
“Oh my.” Her fingers tightened on the table and she clenched her jaw. What was he doing to her? It was almost unbearable. She wanted to pull back, but then he squeezed tighter. Her head fell back. She moaned, hips jerking up.
“Look at me.” Tone harsh.
Her head snapped up.
The fierce expression on his face made her tremble. On a ragged intake of breath, his hand stilled. He studied her, his eyes intense and searching. “Is this the way you want your first orgasm? ’Cause you’re about thirty seconds away from exploding all over my hand.”
In confusion, she stared at him, not understanding why he stopped when she’d been so close.
He kissed her lightly. “This is your show, Abby. Do you want the first time to be in the middle of a restaurant?”
She blinked, coming back from all that good lust. Now that the torment of pleasure had abated, she knew her answer. She couldn’t believe he’d stopped like this, for her, to make sure this was what she wanted. “No. I want private. Thank you, Lukas.”
“That’s what I thought.” His hand slipped from under her dress and he smoothed the fabric back into place. He smiled down at her. “Besides, I want you someplace you can scream. I think you’ve restrained enough for one lifetime, don’t you?”
Chapter Six
Lukas fumbled with his keys as he tried for the third time to unlock his front door.
He needed to take a deep breath and slow the fuck down.
Finally, the key slid into the lock and it clicked open. Relief mixed with anticipation flooded through him. He grabbed Abby’s hand and pulled her roughly into his foyer, causing her to stumble next to him.
Slow down. He ran his fingers through his hair. She’d nearly driven him crazy in the restaurant. He’d hoped the car ride back to the house would have cooled him down. But no such luck. He was desperate to get in her.
He took another deep breath.
He needed to get a grip so he could do right by her. Provide her with an experience she’d never forget. He turned to face her, his control shaky at best. “You read
y, Abby?”
She nodded, looking unsure and excited all at the same time. He wrapped a hand around her neck and let his thumb trail over her bottom lip. She had the softest mouth. He leaned down to kiss her slow and deep, to put her at ease, but the second his lips touched hers, she plastered herself along the length of him.
Good intentions and reason flew out the window.
On a low growl, he backed her up until she hit the foyer table. He yanked her dress over her thighs and set her bare-assed on the tabletop. The stretchy material of her dress taunted him, and with zero finesse he wrenched the fabric down over her shoulders to her elbows, exposing her breasts.
She wrapped those killer legs around his waist and squeezed, her thighs drawing him closer. Breath ragged, she clutched his waist and arched her hips. She gasped and writhed under him, driving him crazy with her unrestrained lust.
Devouring her with his mouth, he ground his erection against her clit.
Jesus, he had to slow down. This was not the plan.
His intention had been to take her upstairs, strip her naked and lay her out on his king-size bed, but he couldn’t think about anything but touching her.
Releasing her mouth, he drew in a harsh breath, peering down at her. His hands covered her black lacy demi-cut bra, his fingers running along the smooth flesh spilling over the cups. He traced the seam, resting on the clasp for a fraction of a second before flicking it open. Peeling away the fabric, he revealed the most fantastic set of breasts he’d ever seen.
He wanted to fall to his knees and worship them. He shook his head. “My god.”
Unable to tear his eyes away, he ran his fingertips over her puckered nipples, and her back bowed. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, watching the play of emotions across her face—lust, surprise, pleasure.
“Oh.” The word was full of wonder.
He repeated the motion, but this time with a little more force, and she bucked against his straining erection. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her eyes flew open. “No.”
“Yes you are.” He pinched her nipples, hard.
She placed her hands in back of her on the table, so her breasts thrust into his hands.
He increased both tempo and pressure, until her neck arched and she chanted, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
All this eager, unrestrained responsiveness was enough to drive him well past the edge of control. He squeezed the hard buds and held. “I can see I’m going to need these perfect tits on display all the time so I can play with them whenever I want.”
She moaned and ground her pussy along his shaft, so wet he could feel his pants getting damp. He gritted his teeth as his fine grasp on coherent thought continued to fray. “Understood?”
When she didn’t answer, he released one nipple, yanked her hips to the edge of the end table and smacked her ass. “Understood?”
Eyes squeezed tight, she gasped. “Yes— Do that again, please.”
Holy shit, he was done.
The muscles in his jaw worked as he fought the urge to shove his cock into her wet cunt. He pinched her nipple at the base, squeezing as he pulled up to the tip, repeating the stroke as he slapped the top curve of one firm cheek.
“Yes, again,” she murmured, face flushed, lips open.
The blood raced through his veins. His pulse hammered. He prayed for restraint.
Over and over, in synchronized movements, he spanked and pulled and pinched, until he panted, every muscle taut from the effort.
Head falling against his shoulder, she let out a scream. “More.”
His balls tightened. His cock ached and dripped pre-come. Never had he wanted inside anyone more. He needed to get control. He stopped, staring past her at the caramel-colored wall.
She gasped and shuddered against him. “No, please.”
He rubbed her back, counting to five to compose himself. “Shhhh, you’ll like this. You are going to come, Abby, right here, right now.”
She nodded and he pushed her back so she rested against the wall.
He dipped into his pocket and pulled out a couple of condoms before stripping his shirt over his head. Erection straining, he unbuckled his pants and released his cock. Grasping the leaking head between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed to suppress the need to come.
It didn’t do much good.
Some modicum of control obtained, he slid his hands along her soaking-wet pussy. He clenched his jaw as she jerked into his palm. He spread her labia open, stepping between her legs and encircling her waist. He nestled the head of his cock against her clit and tugged her hips until she pressed firm enough to feel his every stroke.
Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she seemed lost in her own little world. Needing her to pay attention, he grabbed her neck, lifting her so they were eye level. “Abby.”
Her lids snapped open and confusion flashed across her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you to squeeze those gorgeous thighs around my waist, and rub that wet pussy along my cock.”
“But…but…aren’t you going to…” Her voice trailed off.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Abby. But not yet.”
She blinked, nibbling on her full lower lip. She tried to shift away, but he held her so tightly all she managed was to stroke the hard bundle of nerves along the underside of his cock. The pleasure so intense, he winced.
“Oh!” she said, her eyes going wide as the light of comprehension dawned.
He gave a strained chuckle. “There you go.” Cupping her breasts in his hands, he leaned down and licked the tips.
She bucked against his cock.
Fuck! This might not have been his brightest idea. He abraded her nipples with his tongue, teasing her with a light suction that had her pumping her hips. Nipples nice and wet, he lifted his head and murmured, “Don’t let go.”
Abby thought she might die. Lukas released his hold around her waist and pinched both nipples hard, pulling them up and away from her body. Sensation, so hot and intense it was almost blinding ricocheted through her.
Unable to stay still, she jerked. Her swollen clit rubbed along his shaft, adding another layer of pressure.
“Come on, work those hips.” He pressed his forehead into hers as their wet, slippery skin slid.
Nails digging into his lower back hard enough to leave marks tomorrow, she lost herself in this tidal wave of lust and desire.
Releasing his hold on one of her breasts, he reached down and smacked her ass.
“Oh yes, more.” She moaned. Her fantasies didn’t even compare. The heated pleasure-filled pain that set off a fire in her blood was indescribable. She was greedy for it.
He slapped her butt again.
She went wild, bucking her hips, rubbing her clit frantically along the head of his cock.
Later she’d be embarrassed. Later she’d think about her response. Later she’d think about everything, but for now…oh, now she wanted it all. Needed more. “Harder…please…harder.”
He delivered five hard, rapid blows. Ass burning, pressure coiling so tight she finally broke and shattered into a million pieces. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed with such force she shook, a cry ripping from her throat.
Lukas growled, a low, primal sound that set off another wave of contractions. He ripped away, prying her legs from his waist and grabbing a condom. She could only stare at him as he ripped the foil package with his teeth. With expert hands, he rolled the latex down his hard cock, and then the room swung as he lifted her up and pushed her to the floor.
She held her breath, her chest squeezing as she waited for his entry. She blinked as he slid down her body, and between her thighs. Before she could process what he was doing, his tongue buried deep in her pussy.
“No!” Her skin was so sensitive his touch bordered on pain.
In response, his mouth clamped around her clit, the suction hard and ferocious. Terrifying pleasure shot through her. Almost unbearable, she tried to move away f
rom his voracious mouth. He grunted and flung an arm across her hips, holding her in place, feasting on her as though he were a starving man. She squirmed and writhed, the fabric of the carpet rubbing along her back. Unable to decide if she wanted him to continue or stop, she screamed as her back bowed off the carpet.
Not letting up his assault on her clit, he plunged two fingers high and hard in her pussy, pumping in time to the movement of his mouth. Out of nowhere, a violent orgasm tore through her. A low, guttural moan escaped as her hips ground against his face.
Before the last wave had even crested, he moved up her body, giving her no chance to rest or get her bearings. He kissed her hard and rough. She could taste and smell herself everywhere. Breaking apart, they both panted for a long moment, their bodies slick with sweat. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones combined with the dark passion in his eyes made his face primitive and dangerous. He rose to his knees, tilted her hips, and drove hard and high inside her.
She screamed at the force as her pussy was filled with a pleasurable pain.
“God, Abby, you’re so tight.” He stilled, the corded muscles along his neck popping out.
After long, excruciating moments, she finally adjusted and the pressure eased.
Moaning, he began to move.
Hips circled as he ground his pelvis over her ultrasensitive clit on the upstroke.
She arched, keening from the unexpected ache. To her shock, her body began the now familiar upward climb. Over and over, he rotated his lean hips, picking up his tempo until he moved hard and fast. Frustrated that her dress restrained her arms and she was unable to touch him, she strained and twisted beneath him. Unable to move, pinned down, she couldn’t deny her position of helplessness increased her desire tenfold. Pleasure, sharp as a knife, made her muscles clench around his thick cock.
“Good girl,” he said as he shifted, moving over her so his chest abraded her nipples.
“Harder,” she said on a breathless cry.
He complied, driving into her tight canal. The sweat dripped off their bodies.
“Come again, Abby.”
