by Dani Wyatt
“With the first orgasm I give you, you’ll cover my fingers. And when you do, you’ll tell me your first name.” I trade the tenuous connection of our bodies for something more solid, pushing myself against her and leaving no doubt what’s about to happen.
My thigh rubs thick and hard against the heat of her cunt as her fingers tighten into forceps around my wrists. Her weight is balanced on my leg, the toes of her red fuck-me pumps barely touching the floor. Her hip joints open, letting her settle against me. She has no idea what this is doing to me. Seeing the desire in her eyes fuels me.
“With the second orgasm, you’ll fill my mouth. And you’ll tell me your last name.”
A whimper catches in her throat as my mouth comes down to take hers. Her lips open, and I plunge my tongue inside, the first taste of her running through me like wine through a drunkard. I’m done. I need this woman. And not only in my bed.
I need her in my life.
C H A P T E R F O U R
Holli
Oh.
M.
Fucking.
G.
I nearly choke on my own breath as Lincoln flicks open the button on my jeans, making my stomach clench, my lady parts hum.
With a desperate breath, I lean back against the pillows stacked behind my head on the desk, grateful once again that he put them there after he spun me from the bookcase to where I’m at now.. My shoes are discarded, my toes still damp from his kisses. What am I doing? I need to keep my head, but it’s so damn hard. I’m beginning to wonder if my statement about not fucking him will hold.
“You know...” I stammer. “Making me come may not happen. Sort of been a problem of mine. So, you can’t hold that against me if you can’t get me to the finish line. Don’t feel bad about it either. I know all about men and their fragile egos when it comes to that stuff—”
Even from here, I catch the scent of my arousal, making my breath catch in my throat.
“Lift up your ass,” he orders, his voice gruff, needy, as he finishes unzipping my fly, his hands moving to the waist of my jeans, hooking his fingers there. When my panties are exposed, he pauses. “Princess,” he says on a breath with a slight shake of his head. “Of course. Now lift that princess ass so I can get these fucking jeans off you.”
Without thought, I do as I’m told, tensing as he strips my jeans and underwear off of me in one fluid motion like a magician clearing a tablecloth from beneath a china tea set. Then he tosses them aside without a backward glance.
I’m so lost in my own need that when he speaks, I startle, as if I’m so caught up in our coupling that I forgot we still had the power of speech. “There is a fine line between arrogance and confidence, Kick.” I watch him swallow before his low, even voice vibrates through my whole body, somehow stimulating every sexual desire as if it has a direct line to my clitoris. “When walked well, that line contains a certain kind of power all of its own. So, believe me when I tell you, your orgasm is in good hands. You might have had a problem in the past, but that won’t be the case here today.”
I’m speechless and breathless as his hands reach for mine and pull me up to stand with him. Unsure my legs can keep me upright, I hold tight, watching the intensity of his gaze harden. His focus on me is almost dangerous, and I’m a heartbeat away from withdrawing when he spins me around.
“Hold on, Kick.”
That word again, but somehow, I know it’s me. In our game, a “kicker” is the card used as the tiebreaker between two equal hands. The name drips like honey from his lips, and for whatever reason, I understand its connection to me coming from him.
“Oh...my God.” I half stutter as one warm hand clenches around my throat and his other arm loops around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. The way he controls my body with such ease has me dumbfounded and more turned on than I’ve ever been by anyone before.
For a split second, I try to remember the tactics the former Marine taught us at the free women’s self-defense class at the YMCA last year. Another second later, I make peace with the fact that right now I can’t remember shit.
Nor do I want to. I want to live right here, in this moment.
His fingers tighten just enough to make me focus. Not so much I’m fearful, but enough that I’m entranced by the amount of control this stranger has over me right now.
“You could kill me,” I blurt out as the arm loosens around my waist and his hand flattens on my belly, pressing firm and still.
The clear imprint of a full erection is cushioned in the softness of my ass. He shifts against me there, letting me know he has no intention of trying to hide his arousal.
“Yes. I could.” His voice drips into my ear like molten lust. “But you trust that I won’t, don’t you?”
I nod, though I’m barely able to control my own movements as the hand on my belly dips lower. He’s in no rush, but that only heightens my anticipation. How badly I want his fingers inside me this instant is shocking even to me.
He strums two fingers just at the tip of where my pussy lips reach, shooting a jolt of such primal arousal my body convulses involuntarily.
A desperate yelp escapes my throat, and he caresses my throat, alternating between squeezing and loosening, controlling my very breath.
“God, you are driving me crazy.” His voice is thick, and I’m not even sure he meant to say that out loud. It’s almost an inner monologue, and I’m some sort of voyeur, intruding into his most private thoughts. The pained sound of the words almost makes me feel guilty.
He begins to gently stroke between my legs. Unrushed. His patience and control have me ready to come undone. His comment that my orgasm would be safe in his hands rings more true with every passing moment.
My breath comes in shaky bursts, and the thump of his heartbeat pulsates against one of my shoulder blades, making me feel even closer to him, as if I’m a part of him, a part of his lust.
As I shift my head to expose more of my throat, I catch a hint of his scent on the air between us. He smells like a real man. I never knew what that meant until today, but now that I do, it’s one of those things you cannot un-know. Something that will stick with me until I am settled into the ground.
“Now...” He growls next to my ear. “My fingers are going inside you.”
I tremble like a leaf, barely able to stand on my feet as he slips a single digit into position where he can touch the hood of my clit, almost setting me off right there.
The muscles of my core wrap tight until I am clenching everything from the waist down, making every nerve ending tingle with sexual energy, bleating with anguish at every grunt of need coming from between his gritted teeth. As his middle finger connects with my clit, I nearly explode straight up off my feet.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasps, the pain in his voice centering me for a moment, but as he deftly makes love to the hard nub, I’m spinning. “You’re so goddamn wet. Fucking wet for me.”
The sense that once again I’m a voyeur to his words tightens my chest. He’s so honest; the raw emotion I detect in each word is as seductive as his scent or his physical presence.
He strokes me steadily as my hips begin to twitch, and the pace of his pulsing grip around my throat increases with the beating of my heart.
“You are magic to me, Kick. Just relax, it’s right there. Open your legs, take a breath, and give it to me. You’re so close.” His heart is beating against my back as he draws a breath and finishes. “I’m not giving up. Not ever.”
I’m helpless. I shift my feet outward and give him access to the parts of me that call for him. The next moment, my breath is taken by his grip while his fingers enter me in a thrust. He’s lost all softness; he fucks me with his hand while I unravel against him.
My mind ceases to understand the civilized world. I’m taken back in time to a place where I never dreamed I would be.
Taken.
In complete surrender to a man.
A man I barely know.
His voice rumbles nex
t to my ear with such powerful control it’s like cannon fire, stunning my mind as it vibrates through all the best parts of my body. “It’s right there. I feel it. Let it go. Give. It. To. Me.”
I’m blindsided by an orgasm so intense that my body spasms involuntarily. The climax rips moans and whimpers from me until my voice fails, cracking on a final gasp.
“That’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.” The pleasure in Lincoln’s voice sets me off again.
I come on a silent scream, shaking and sightless as his hand releases my throat. I pant and heave for air as he whispers soothing words until my breath steadies.
“Now.” His voice turns hard in my ear. “Now, tell me your first name. Do it right now.”
Where his hand previously held my throat, now his teeth pinch the skin, biting just below my jaw until the first flashes of pain dart down my neck from the pleasure. I can’t control myself. Sounds stream out of me, sounds I can’t even identify, as my orgasm loops up and over and back through me again, but I can’t even imagine not giving him what he wants. In my lust-crazed brain, the message reaches my vocal cords, and I tell him.
“Holli.” The word is ragged as I force it out.
I’m nearly weeping as his palm grinds down on my clit, drawing another orgasmic spasm from somewhere deep inside. The wetness between my legs and the movement of his hand on me and in me make the slapping sounds of a girl completely at a loss for control. My body is his, and I realize he is as sure of that as I.
I’m lost again in the waning ripples of pleasure as his teeth release my flesh, and the low timbre of a man in distress and yet completely in control fills my ears.
“Hello, Holli. Such a pleasure to meet you.”
C H A P T E R F I V E
Lincoln
Her body is slack, unfocused, losing control. I spin her around and lower her gently onto the black velvet sofa in my office. Her hair is a complete mess, sweat-soaked blond strings half covering her face, sticking to her damp lips so that they shiver along with every breath. She’s utterly awe-inspiring. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Now your last name.” I run the backs of my fingers down from the crown of her head, watching her half-lidded eyes flutter, the anticipation clear. Then I clear the errant hair from her face while she pants and gathers her strength for a reply.
“I can’t...” she pleads, shaking her head side to side, tears in her eyes. “I can’t. There’s no way I can come again.”
Her frustration only feeds my need to prove her wrong, makes me want to show her how good things will be. For us. My mouth watering, I press my foot between hers, nudging them apart, forcing her to expose her drenched cunt to my view.
Her white shirt and schoolgirl tie are looking a bit less pressed than when she arrived a few hours ago, but they still give her such an air of innocence. She’s so sweet and at the same time so worldly. For a moment, a flash of doubt that a jewel such as this would not have a man in her life crosses my mind. Of course she does. There’s a boyfriend waiting somewhere for her to come home. A husband, even.
As if she’s read my mind, she adds to her former statement, “Not that anyone’s ever really tried.”
There’s a hint of hope in her words, and it drives more blood into my already pained erection. But as much as I need the release, I won’t acquiesce to my own base needs. Not now. Not yet.
Now is for her.
For us both.
Because the orgasm I just felt soak my hand was more enjoyable for me than any of my own from the first to the last. I can’t imagine what will happen when I come inside her the first time. It may just be the end of me because I’m not sure I will live through it.
“I’m going to kiss you, Kick. Then my mouth is going to enjoy the taste of all that juice on your cunt.”
I lean down, locking my arms on either side of her hips, and take her mouth in a demanding kiss. I maintain that contact, even as I lower myself to kneel in between her open legs, my tongue swirling around hers, tasting the sweetest mouth I could ever know.
When I pull back, her eyes are hazy, and her thighs tighten around my hips.
“I feel like I’ve wanted you for so long. Like I’ve known you for a very long time, but we’ve been kept apart.”
She hesitates, then licks her lips as she stares deep into my eyes. “I have this dream,” she says, her voice husky. “It comes back again and again, and you’re there. I never did see your face, but I know it was you. How can that be?” Desire flashes in her eyes like a long-forgotten seam of jewels in the dark of an emerald mine.
“Some things are worth the wait. Some things we can’t explain. But I know that I want to map every untold path of that beautiful pussy of yours with my tongue. So get comfortable, Holli, you’re going to be giving me your last name very soon.”
I slip my hands under her ass cheeks and pull her drenched slit upward as I bring my open mouth down to take what’s mine.
The first second her flavor spreads over my tongue, I’m gone. She owns me, and I don’t give a shit. Her flavor was mixed in heaven with my name on it, and I’m never letting her go. I can’t. I’d die before I’d let her get away from me now.
She settles into the soft sofa, lifting her legs high and wide for me, her hands coming to rest on my head as I take my time tenderly licking each delicate petal. Sucking up each drop of her dew and drinking it down into myself, making her part of me.
I come up to kiss her outer lips, locking eyes with her once again, soaking up her desire, her need. I want to remember this moment forever. Goosebumps cover her skin, and I run my nose up and down the sensitive crease between her labia and her upper thigh.
She winces and jumps, but my hands hold tight to the soft flesh, securing her.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere. Your cunt and I just had a little talk. It said it’s been waiting for me. And I said I need proof.”
Confusion clouds her face as she swallows, holding back from the precipice of her orgasm, borrowing my strength to stay poised on the edge.
“Proof?” It comes out on a moan as I flick my tongue against her exposed, swollen clit.
“Yes. I want proof it’s been waiting for me. Your cunt will soak my face. Give me that second orgasm and your last name. Then after that, I’ll bring you to climax again and draw every last shiver from your body until it is limp and I’ve had my fill. For now.”
“God...” A wickedly sweet smile pulls her red lips to the side. “You keep talking like that, and you won’t even need to put your mouth on me.”
Her hands are still wound into my hair, and I feel the slightest bit of pressure as her desperation for relief grows.
“Say please,” I growl, the tips of my fingers digging into her ass, shoving her hips up and back a few inches, and centering my face just an inch from her shining pussy.
“Begging wasn’t part of our bargain,” she whispers, the need in her eyes tightening her already solid grip on my heart.
“Being polite doesn’t mean you are begging, Kick. It means you are polite. Now, let me hear you say it like the good girl you are. Say please, and we will both get what we want.”
I softly blow on her splayed folds, sending her thighs shivering and her head grinding backward into the sofa cushion.
“I won’t lick you until I hear it.” I raise one eyebrow. “Won’t put my lips around your clit and pull it into my mouth. Won’t shove my tongue so far inside that sweet fucking cunt until you—”
“Please!” Her hands tug at my hair, and her knees spread so far I think I hear her hip joints pop. “Goddammit please, please, please...”
I’m done. My mouth engulfs her. Within a few seconds, the first of her orgasms by my mouth, gives me the ultimate prize. Filling my mouth and throat with more juice than I thought possible. It’s more beautiful than any masterpiece in any museum. Any priceless wine or rare cuisine.
For a moment, the deal I made with Rudolf Meyer floods my thoughts. The change
in my life I’d dreamed of now feels so very different. Where I’m supposed be in five days hits me like a baseball bat to the chest. I push it all away, unwilling to let anything soil a second with her.
Her body twists and writhes, but I hold fast, sucking on her until tears stream down her cheeks and her thighs are plastered, soaking and sticky, to the sides of my face.
I lift my mouth only enough to speak.
“Last name,” I order.
“Holliday. I’m Holli Holliday.” Her words are barely audible, filled with her pleasured breaths.
“Oh no, you’re not. You are much more than that. You are mine.”
C H A P T E R S I X
Lincoln
“But...” Her voice drifts away as I suck away every drop of the river of cum that streams from her clutching pussy.
I kiss my way up her swollen cunt lips, letting the patch of hair over her mound tickle my lips and nose before meeting her eyes, letting her know I’m listening.
“But...” she repeats on a panting breath. “You didn’t say if you were going to give me time to pay you back. Or give me another five so I can try to win it all back. You just said about names and things. Look, I’m not so tough. I need that money for...”
She trails off, and I know there’s more, but I’ll let her keep that to herself for now. I like that she’s finally realized she can be honest with me, about who she really is and how she doesn’t have so many street-smarts. All that manipulation, the tough-little-bitch act that might work so well on everyone else, is lost on me. I know her. I see her. I know more about her than most people I’ve spent years with.
Because she’s my other half. I know it, deep down in my soul, as fucking sappy-ass as that might sound.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the two-plus decades I’ve been pursuing this career of mine, it’s that my gut doesn’t lie. It’s the source of my success. My superpower, if you will.
Other people have the ability in this business to calculate odds or count cards or intimidate others into capitulating.
