by Lacey Thorn
She nodded. “Yes, Bare.”
She lifted up onto her knees and reached for the hem of her gown. His gaze was glued to her hands, following along as she caught the bottom and slowly slid the material up her body. He licked his lips as each inch of bare flesh was revealed. The backs of her fingers lifted her breasts and held there, only the bottom curves showing. He caught his breath and let it out in a whoosh as she jerked the gown the rest of the way up and over her head.
Perfect. She was absolutely perfect as far as he was concerned. The flare of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. Then she tossed the material aside and looked down, meeting his gaze. And that was what got him. The flames of desire ignited in her deep-green eyes.
He jerked, pinning her beneath him on the bed. She gasped, but he caught the sound with his mouth, drinking the pleasure from her lips and sharing his in return. His hands roamed, touching and exploring her body unfettered by clothing. He broke the kiss, moving his lips over her jaw and down the long length of her neck until he met her shoulder. He traced her collarbone with his tongue then ran kisses along the side of her right breast before nipping and sucking across the lower curve to the other side.
“Bare.” She moaned his name, arching her breasts up as if pleading for his touch. Who was he to deny?
He lifted his head and licked his lips as he eyed the tightly pebbled, pink nipples. With a groan, he shifted lower until he could flick his tongue over one hard point. She cried out, one hand lifting to cup the back of his head and urge him closer.
“More,” she begged.
He teased it again and again then gave in and took it between his teeth, nipping lightly before sucking it into the warmth of his mouth and plying it with his tongue. She thrashed and cried out, rubbing her body wantonly against his where he lay between her thighs. He felt the heat and moisture of her pussy against his stomach and pressed his cock against the mattress in response.
He worked his way over to the other nipple and treated it to the same lavish loving. He could spend hours worshipping at her breasts, but doubted either of them could handle that right now. The need was too strong, and they’d both waited far too long for this moment. He knew she hadn’t been with anyone else in the last five years. He wondered if she even had a clue that he hadn’t either.
He left her breasts and kissed his way over her abdomen. There were faint lines where he knew she’d felt the wicked edge of a blade that night, and he placed soft kisses on each of them. She shuddered again, and he glanced up to make sure she was okay. It was only desire he saw there and not a return to the nightmare.
He eased lower, wiggling his body until his feet and part of his calves hung off the end of the bed. He jerked the gusset of her panties aside and felt primal when he heard the material rip at his touch. Her lips were swollen, glistening with the proof of how much she wanted this, wanted him, and he leaned closer to kiss them. Both her hands buried in his hair, and her hips rose to meet him.
He gave the material another hard tug and felt it completely give on one side. He lifted his head just long enough to grasp the material on her other hip and rip it as well then he tugged the damaged lace away, tossing it over the side of the bed. He braced one arm along her stomach, using his fingers to spread her lips and reveal the hardened kernel of her clitoris. He dipped his tongue into her opening, swirling it and gathering her juice before sliding it up between her folds to circle the nub.
“Bare!” Paisley screamed his name, and it made him feel like a god. She rocked her pussy against his face, seeking more.
He didn’t intend to disappoint. He licked and sucked and worked her into a frenzy before slipping a finger into her channel and pumping it. She moaned and thrashed, chanting his name then interspersing a few “Oh, God’s” in there. She was close. He felt it in the trembling of her thighs and stomach. Heard it in the way her breathing changed, coming faster, heavier.
“Bare! I’m coming! Oh, God! I’m coming, Bare!”
He grunted against her, adding another finger and sucking her clit hard between his teeth. She bucked against his face then thrust high and held her folds pressed to him while she wailed loud enough to wake the whole fucking house. Hell, yeah! Though if Gilly, Jagger or Seth thought to bust in and interrupt them, Bare would be hard pressed not to kill them.
Her pussy clenched and rippled around his fingers, her juices spilling out. He switched fingers and mouth, lightly rubbing his thumb over her clit while his tongue pumped her channel, lapping up every bit of juice she gave. She shuddered, body shaking as she came back down. He felt her go lax and turned his face to place a sucking kiss against the inside of her thigh before painfully rising from the bed.
One hand automatically reached for his dick, gripping the shaft and squeezing to hold back the fire racing down his spine. He was so fucking hard, the tip weeping with pre-cum.
“Bare?” She called his name as he moved the few feet to reach his bag.
“Condom.” He grunted the word, unable to do anything else. Conversation was beyond him at this point. He was a grenade, pin pulled and ready to go at any moment. He’d prefer it be when he was buried balls deep in her.
He found the box, jerked it open and ripped a strand of four free. He turned and tore one off, tossing the others on the bedside table in hopes they’d be using them as well before the night ended.
“Let me,” she said, sitting up and holding out her hand for the foil package.
Fuck! His dick jerked as her long, black hair spilled over one shoulder playing peek-a-boo with her breast. A goddess. She was a fucking sex goddess, and he was the mortal who would gladly fall under her spell, facing anything that came later, just for one moment with her.
He handed the condom to her, gripping the base of his cock and shuddering as he fought to keep from spewing then and there. She smiled and leaned in, licking her lips as she eyed his cock. He jerked back.
“I’m about two seconds from going off here,” he warned. “Probably not the best time to tease me.”
“Who’s teasing?” she asked. “I want to taste you, too.”
“Fuck,” he bit out, taking back the condom and making quick work of getting it on. He turned her on the bed so she faced him then pushed her down onto her back. The mattress was high enough her hips were perfectly aligned to his in this position.
“Next time,” he promised. “You can taste me all you want next time. Now, spread your legs wide, baby, and let me love you.”
She moaned and complied, her feet resting on the edge of the mattress as he moved in. He gripped his dick with one hand while he thrust a couple of fingers inside her, making sure she was still wet and ready for him. With a groan that matched hers, he pressed in, sinking until his balls tapped against her skin. She was tight, so fucking tight his dick was choking. He needed to move, to fuck, but there was something else he needed first.
He dropped his hands to brace outside her shoulders, and she wrapped those sexy legs of hers around his waist. Their gazes clashed and held. She surged up, arms lifting, fingers burying in his hair and jerking his head down until their lips meshed and held. He thrust his tongue deep, sharing her flavor and loving the way she didn’t shy away from it.
This was the Paisley he’d always sensed. The woman with fire in her veins. They broke the kiss, each of them gasping, and Paisley fell back to the mattress, rolling her head from side to side as she moved her fingers to dig her nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” she commanded.
He took her then, holding nothing back as he fucked her fast and hard, finding pleasure in every sound she made, every demand she gave.
“Harder, Bare!” she commanded one moment then demanded something else. “Deeper!”
She met him thrust for thrust, seeming insatiable, as if every stroke of his cock only made her want more. She clung, scratched and at one point, leaned over and bit his bicep as if she couldn’t control herself. When he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer, he sli
d a hand down, bracing his weight on one arm while he milked her clitoris.
She screamed. Fuck, she was loud in her pleasure, and he loved it. He felt her pussy ripple then clench down hard on his pistoning dick. He bellowed, hips jerking as he came so hard he felt lightheaded. He collapsed against her, knowing he was probably crushing her but unable to move.
She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly to her as they both fought for air.
“Give me a sec,” he panted. “Promise I’ll move.”
“I like you here,” she whispered. “Solid and warm.”
“Heavy,” he grunted and went to move. She clung to him, and he ended up cupping her ass with one hand as he brought her up with him, his cock slipping out before he collapsed back on the bed with her now sprawled over his chest.
“Fuck,” he finally muttered when he could breathe in more than pants.
She propped her fist on his chest and rested her chin on it. “Well?” she asked, nervously biting her lip.
“Well, what?”
“Good? Bad?”
“Jesus, Paisley. If it were any better, we’d need to wait a few more years before going again.”
Her eyes went wide. “But you said I could taste you next time. I was thinking like ten minutes.”
He chuckled. “Christ, what you do to me,” he murmured and tugged her face closer for a kiss. He shifted when they broke apart again, easing her over to the mattress beside him before forcing himself to his feet, one hand reaching down to carefully remove the condom.
“Let me take care of this,” he said. He felt her eyes on him as he moved across the room to the attached bath to clean up and discard the used rubber.
When he came back out with a wet cloth to clean her up, she was sprawled on the bed, her hands resting above her head, eyes closed, lips curved into a Cheshire cat smile. He couldn’t resist pressing his lips to hers. Those beautiful, green eyes opened and met his gaze.
“Let me clean you up before this gets cold,” he said.
She just shut her eyes and shifted her legs wider. He took his time, enjoying the intimacy of washing the traces of pleasure from her sex and thighs. He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss atop her folds before standing.
She moaned and stretched, surprising him with how comfortable she was in her nudity. But then, she’d spent years parading around in front of hundreds of people in tiny scraps of cloth.
“Next time, it’s my turn to clean you,” she said, blinking her eyes open. “With my tongue.”
“Damn, Paisley. Keep that up, and we won’t need ten minutes,” he vowed as he ducked back in the restroom. His cock was already showing renewed interest, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than the feel of her breath over the crown to have him more than ready for round two.
How deep would she take him? Would she swallow or have him shoot his cum somewhere on her body? Fuck! His dick stood tall, eager to find out, by the time he hit the light switch and pulled the bathroom door shut.
“Ready for round two?” he asked as he made his way back to the bed.
Paisley didn’t say a word. The room was dark again, but he had no trouble understanding her silence. He gave a bark of laughter as he glanced down at the woman he loved, sound asleep. He shook his head and slid into bed beside her. She curled up on her side by him, one leg curling over his hip and barely missing his dick. Her hand slid across his chest until it rested over his heart, head pillowed on his shoulder. Then she settled, her body going completely lax in sleep.
He hoped she understood that, now that she’d come to his bed, he didn’t plan to let her leave. He’d left the initial choice to her, not hiding how much he wanted her but not pressuring her either. The moment she’d said yes, the moment he’d tasted her sweetness, sunk deep in her channel, all bets were off. She was his now, and he intended to keep her.
Chapter Eight
Paisley woke the next morning, feeling utterly relaxed and content and warm, ungodly warm. She and Bare had shifted during the night, and he was now plastered against her back, his morning erection pressed against her ass. She wiggled experimentally, and Bare moaned. The hand on her belly lifted to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple.
“Morning.” His husky voice sounded close to her ear.
“Morning,” she whispered. She’d fallen asleep last night. Taunted him with wanting a second round then gone out like a light.
His thumb rubbed. “Feel okay this morning?”
“Mm-hmm,” she moaned, wiggling against him.
Bare groaned. “Keep wiggling that ass, and I’ll have you on your stomach, fucking you good morning.”
She bit her bottom lip and wiggled in invitation.
“Paisley,” he warned, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
“Do I have to beg?” she asked.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and the next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees, listening to him rip open a condom. Two fingers plunged into her, and she dropped her head to the mattress, fingers clenched in the sheet.
“Wider,” he ordered and used his knees to forced hers to do as he wanted. He pressed a hand against the small of her back, urging her arch her back in the way he wanted. His fingers left her passage, and the crown of his cock kissed her opening then slid deep.
“Yes,” she moaned. God, she moaned a lot with him, but he did his fair share of moaning and groaning, too.
Last night had been hard and fast, but today, he was slow and easy, shafting deep and holding there before slowing pulling back until just the head remained. Back and forth, he went, driving her crazy with a desperate need for more.
“You feel so good,” he said. He gripped her hip with one hand while the other traced over her skin. “Soft. Warm. Wet. I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you.”
“Bare.” His name was a plea from her lips.
He bent over her, his cock sinking deeper as he trailed his lips over her skin. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered.
“Do them,” she begged.
His husky chuckle washed over her. “I want to tie you to my bed. Spread you out and have you completely at my mercy.”
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed with another moan.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he told her, and her hunger grew, wanting the same. “I want to fuck your ass,” he continued, and a chill went down her spine at the thought of taking him there. “I want you every way I can have you.”
“Okay,” she whispered and felt him still behind her.
“What?” he asked. He’d jerked up, his cock rocking deep, and she was desperate to have him move, to have him fuck her.
“Bare,” she said again and wiggled her hips in invitation.
“What did you say, Paisley?” he demanded.
She gritted her teeth and turned her head to glance back at him, not surprised to find his gaze glued to her.
“I said okay. You can do whatever you want to me, just fuck me and make me come,” she commanded.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “The things you do to me.”
He’d said the same thing the night before, making her wonder what she did do to him. Then he moved, hands gripping her hips as he fucked her hard and deep. What was it about him that made her want him like this?
All thought left her mind, leaving her to do nothing but feel. She felt wild and insatiable, ravenous for him and what he offered. She surged back into him.
“Good,” he panted. “So fucking good.”
“Yes,” she hissed in agreement as he hit a sweet spot deep inside her.
He pulled out, dropping to the bed beside her, wrapping one fist around his cock and holding it up to her. “Ride me,” he ordered. “I need to see your face. God, I need to see you.”
She straddled his thighs, bending down and talking his shaft into her mouth, tasting herself on the condom. Her lips met his fingers, and she darted her tongue out over them before releasing him and positioning herself over him. She eased dow
n until he filled her again. He lifted his hands up, and she gripped them with hers, using his strength to help her rise and fall, finding a rhythm that rocked them both. When she was steady, he moved one hand, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple.
“Christ, I want to coat these with my cum, rub it into these tight little nipples of yours,” he said.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she countered. “Want to taste you on my tongue, swallow down all you have to give and suck for more.”
She wasn’t surprised this time when he toppled her over and fucked her hard and fast. She lifted her legs to cling to his hips, gripped his shoulders and arched her neck, crying out with every claiming plunge inside her. That’s what he was doing, claiming her. It was as if she were waking up from a long sleep. She felt gloriously alive. She came with a loud cry, not caring who heard how much she loved what Bare shared with her.
She was still coming when he pulled out. She watched through hooded eyes as he tore off the condom and jerked his cock off. She sat up, cupping her breasts and squeezing them together while licking her lips and offering her mouth as well. He groaned and let the first burst hit her chest. The second caught her chin, splashing down to join the first. Then he gripped her hair and pressed the head into her open mouth, shallowly fucking while she sucked and took the remainder down her throat.
They were both panting when he tugged free and sat back on his heels. She ran her fingers through the cum on her chest and brought some to her mouth, darting out her tongue and tasting him again.
“Jesus!” Bare muttered. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Mm-hmm,” she groaned, licking her finger clean before dropping her hand to rub his cum into her chest and nipples. “I hope not. I have plans for you.”
“Plans?” he asked, one eyebrow going up.
“You said you were going to tie me up and…” She wiggled her ass. “Do other things to me.”
He leaned into her, kissing her, tongue plunging deep with no concern for the fact his taste was still on her lips and tongue. It was hot and sexy and had her motor revving all over again. She was ready to pounce, to take him down to the mattress and lick him head to toe until he was ready to go again. She didn’t think it would take him long. He’d awakened a primal hunger in her.
