Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Jennifer Willows

  “Deven, please,” she asked beautifully, her hands grabbing at the invasion curling inside her.

  The next moment had her canting her hips, rocking against his open palm. Her short hair wrapped her face, hiding her eyes from him. He wanted to see the large eyes filled with lust, and he used his free hand to smooth the strands away. She looked at him as he wished for, and her pupils expanded, turning the whole iris black. Deven stroked his hand down her face, her neck, until he reached a soft breast. He palmed it, pinching her nipple in the joint of two fingers before tugging it away from her chest, and she arched back.

  The bend of her back was so deep, her entire upper body, save the crown of her head left the bed. He heard her grunt, teeth gritted, keeping the sound low and long. His fingers inside her silken wetness made slurping sounds, the copious juices heavy as cream. Her hands gripped him, her full strength no match for the large man she grasped. Her short nails clenched into his arms, and the barest addition of pressure would break the skin. He leaned over her, looking her in the eye. When he opened his mouth and swallowed her next panting breath, she teased his tongue with her own. Sucking a soft lip in his mouth, he rocked his palm against her smooth skin covered in juices. With a flick of fingers the digits inside her pulsed against her spot, leaving her shuddering against him.

  His fingers worked her, satisfied her. Deven felt her quicken inside, knew she was close to combusting. He increased the pressure, grinding. Charli cried out and he was glad that she couldn’t stop herself from making the needy sound. He refused to stop the pressure, and Charli shuddered and scrambled backwards. But she wasn’t going anywhere and he stopped her flight with one tug of his arms, forcing her to take all that he offered, not just some of it. While he watched her thrash under his plucking fingers and seeking mouth for more of his touch.

  Deven listened to her scream and felt more satisfied than he did their first time. He loved hearing her come. Nothing was more erotic than this woman begging him, calling his name and pleading for more. He removed the fingers from her leaking orifice, and used them to cover his cock with a condom. His shoes were tossed aside, shorts and tee falling where they may. He fell over the panting, sweating woman, plunging half his cock inside her with the first stroke. She screamed again, and Dev gave her more, thrusting the rest of him home. She was wild beneath him, hips pistoning his. She clenched at the hard muscles of his shoulders and back, gaining no purchase. His flesh was slick and taut from lack of spare fat. He took the scrabbling digits, clutching them in one hand above her head. The other arm went behind her back, dragging her closer. She was captive to his lusts and could only throw her hips back at him. The delightful minx cocked her head, biting his arm, sucking the sweaty skin dry. He gritted his teeth and bucked into her spongy pussy harder.

  * * * *

  His thrusts, wild and snapping, slid Charli up the bed, begging for more. She tightened her legs, wrapping his hips before she gave in, letting him take her as he may. Every now and again, the head of him nudged her spot before butting the cervix. She could hear herself groaning but she was too gone to care. Even in the midst of the pleasure she could hear him panting, felt sweat splash her skin. He leaned closer, rolled with her, only to turn her ass up and give his cock back to her. She squealed, and he took both his arms, placing them beneath her. One gripped her shoulder, and the other her waist. She was 100 percent at his mercy, could barely thrust back at him. His fingers at her waist flicked in counterpoint to his rhythm, and her hips followed their guidance.

  “Pixie, you feel so damn good.” The words were punctuated with dick, a handful of digging strokes that left her wordless.

  “Ahh…” Her mouth was open in a semipermanent gape, which Deven kissed. There was no language to describe how she felt in the moment.

  But he had plenty to speak on and verbalized every naughty and wicked thought that she could imagine. With each pass of cock he talked to her and made her wetter than ever.

  He rewarded her cries with salacious praise. “That’s good, Charli. Scream for me again.” She always did. It was the only thing she could verbalize.

  “Charli…” He punctuated her name with a hot bite below her ear. “So sexy…”

  She lost count of the thrusts she parried with her hips all she knew was each stroke was sublime. He whispered in her ear, paying homage to her body with words Charli never thought would describe her. The peak he hurtled her into was a chasm so far away she thought she left her body behind. When she came to, Charli told herself that Deven was lucky that he didn’t have any neighbors otherwise the police might end up knocking at his door tonight.

  Charli’s head drooped. She couldn’t take much more. Her vision was blurring, and her senses were playing tricks on her. Deven’s touch was devastating, as if she were in a full body cinch. She could hear heartbeats, hers and his. She could smell him, salt and sun, mingled with her floral fragrance and a dash of sexual musk. She was a spread feast for him and being plundered for all her booty. The thought made her laugh slightly, the sound was as exhausted as she felt, and hoarse from her pleas.

  Deven gripped her cami and ripped it down the front, spilling her fully exposed to his hungry eyes peering from his bent head. The violence leashed with masculine control sent her spinning, and she came again. Her mouth opened wide, a long hoarse moan that lasted until she was breathless, and her womb clenched in long motions meant to milk her lover of seed. They worked, and Deven’s spent seed splashed the latex barrier, cock jerking inside her. Charli collapsed and folded into a crumpled heap in the bed.

  He held her close, tugging her to him, back to chest. Her whole body was humming, the nerves singing a chorus. She lost every sense, her sight blurred, hearing was reduced to a buzzing of the air, and the only taste on her lips was Deven’s. She kept feeling ghost sensations, the air playing tricks on her, bringing back memories of his touch. She knew the room had to smell of sex, but the only thing she smelled was Deven.

  The first minutes were awkward for her, she could count the number of times anyone slept alongside of her in bed. Of those, all were spent with Makenzie and those moments were when they were children. Somehow, he soothed her quivering and nervousness with sleek caresses over her skin. Charli had no idea what hit her and within moments was fast asleep. Her rest was dreamless and uninterrupted by nightmare or nocturnal longings for the first time in years.

  Charli woke first and the bedside clock told her it was just after three a.m. She disengaged herself from the sleeping blond next to her, one limb at a time, taking the white tee discarded in the floor. She pulled the shirt over her torso and picked up a small patchwork quilt. Padding through the house, she grabbed her small purse and walked outside to the front porch. She lit a cigarette, taking deep inhalations, exhaling slowly. When the smoke was finished, she lit a half-smoked blunt she secreted in the cigarette pack. She took a few puffs, thinking on what she wanted to do. She didn’t know how to deal with the man she fucked tonight, how to distance herself from him. She didn’t know if she wanted to. Confused about her own desires, she looked at the sky, watching the stars twinkle above her.

  * * * *

  Deven woke a few moments after Charli left the room. He felt her slight weight leave the bed. He knew she wasn’t leaving, since she didn’t take her clothing and she didn’t call a cab. He knew he wanted her next to him, she was the reason he slept so well. All his adrenaline-filled activities were solely to make him crash and sleep. But lately he found even the most treacherous sports were not enough, and even after the burn of epinephrine left him, he was still awake, still wanting.

  Before he met Charli last year, he’d even upped the game, and incorporated sex in his favorite extreme sports. There were days spent ascending mountains and nights spent fucking on the peaks. He went rock climbing, and screwed a woman before reaching their chosen plateau. That was one of his most fun escapades, being reliant on a rope and carabineers to hold him and another aloft. He even fucked while diving, which wasn’t
as much fun as it sounded. The water was nice, but the options were limited, due to the masks and gear they each wore. Not to mention the water made the sex dry, washing away all the naturally occurring sex juices, and required too much lube.

  Deven shrugged on a robe and walked the length of the house. He saw the door had been opened and looked out. Charli was seated on the rocking bench, smoking from what he could see of it. He opened the door, the smell telling him what she was indulging. He went to her seated on the rocking bench, looking in her eyes for regret or anger. He found neither, but the brown-eyed beauty looked confused.

  “Good morning, pixie.”

  “I told you I’m not a pixie, surfer boy.”

  “That’s ‘surfer man’ to you, pixie.”

  Charli swatted at him, treating him like a pesky fly. He took the blunt, puffing twice, and handed it back. She looked at him mouth gaped open.

  “You think you’re the only person on earth that smokes?” Deven asked rhetorically.

  “No, I made good money on folks that like to. Just didn’t expect you’d be one of them.”

  “I like it all right sometimes. It’s something I normally do when I go home and visit Mom. But not daily, I just don’t love it that much.”

  Charli had a dumbfounded look on her face as if she never imagined him as a smoker, and would have never guessed. Deven smiled at the thought of surprising her before picking her up, carrying her inside.

  “But I’m still smoking Dev,” Charli complained, as they walked through the house.

  “It’s too cool out tonight for you to be outside. There is a room you can use whenever you are here.” He took her to the left side of the house, opening the room designated as a study. He pulled out an ashtray and Zippo-type lighter. He opened a humidor and brought out two cigars. He offered her one and sat it to the side when she shook her head.

  “Lemme finish this first.” Charli’s face said she would love to try the cigar.

  She toked the smoke in her hand, and Deven poured two small snifters of whiskey. He passed her one, which she gratefully sipped on. She smoked, and offered Deven another puff. He took it, leaning over the desk that separated them and hit it from her hand. Charli leaned toward him, watching him skeptically, apparently still not believing what she saw. He smiled at her, and she put the blunt in the ashtray, taking the cigar in hand. She turned the stem to him so he could cut the tip off. He did as she wordlessly requested and lit the other end. She leaned over the desk, puffing until the well-seasoned tobacco was lit. They sat in silence, each enjoying the flavors of the aged liquor and cigars. Charli leaned back in her chair, smoke rings floating to the ceiling.

  “Charli, would you spend the rest of the weekend with me?” Deven asked bluntly. He didn’t know any other way.

  Charli sat still, leaning forward after a moment. She turned his query back on him with a pointed question of her own.

  “Why, Deven? So we can fuck like rabbits this weekend?” Apparently she hadn’t learned the fine art of subtlety yet either.

  “Yes. Plus there are a few other things I would like to try with you.”

  “Such as?”

  “Ever been parasailing?”

  “Can’t say that I have. Will I love it?”

  “Based on yesterday? Yes. I can say with certainty you would.”

  “All right, I’m game, but we are just taking this day-by-day. Is that fine with you?”

  “So we can fuck all weekend, and it’s nothing?”

  “If that’s what we want at the end of it, sure. I’m a decent woman, Dev. I don’t have to force myself on anyone, and I’m not into chasing men either.”

  Deven was more than a little surprised at her nonchalance. Most women would be willing to give their eyeteeth to be in her shoes. But this was Charli, and she never acted the way he thought she would. When he expected her to go off, she’d freeze up. If he expected her to laugh, she’d be angry. When he expected her to say no, she’d defy his expectations with a yes.

  “Well, now that’s done, let’s finish these and hop in the shower. Like your shirt by the way.” Deven grinned, and Charli responded.

  “Yeah, I kind of borrowed it. You ruined mine, remember?”

  “I think I recall it somewhat differently. Your sexy body asked me to remove your garments, and I did rise to the occasion. Admirably, I might add.”

  “Me thinks that blunt fucked with your short and long-term memory.”

  “You wish, Charli. I never forget, kinda like elephants.”

  * * * *

  “Whateva, Dev. You can’t hustle a husta.” Charli grinned big and toothy, puffing her dying cigar back to full glow. She blew a thick stream of smoke at him, and she lost sight of him for a moment. The handful of seconds was just long enough for him to come behind her and snatch her out of the chair. She laughed and dropped the cigar in the ashtray, and grabbed the mostly smoked blunt, re-lighting it.

  “Mmm... never thought to meet pothead pixie.”

  “I may be a pothead, surfer boy, but I’m no pixie.”

  “You keep saying that, but it’s not going to make it the truth. You’re fun-sized, tasty, and mischievous. What else is a logical person to think?”

  “You’re dumb as hell, Deven. Tasty?”

  “Funny you’d hear that part only, Ms. Selective Hearing. But yes, you taste like chocolate.”

  “What the hell?” Charli laughed, sputtering.

  He shrugged his shoulders, carrying her to the en suite bath. Deven slung her caveman-style over one shoulder and turned on the water. It ran hot in seconds, and he turned on the showerheads. There were eight, two on each wall and two above. The shower was large enough for four people, and the rain shower was beautiful. The water was warm, and Charli let it run over her skin, bathing in the heat spraying her from all directions.

  Charli leaned her soapy back against the hard man behind her. She could feel each of the loofah’s fibers as he ran them over her skin. One hand slipped between her legs, cupping her. He spread her lips with thick fingers, rubbing every part of her sex. His patient digits fondled the outer labia, the inner ones, and scraped over her clit. He gave her one finger, and she rocked on the intruder. Her motions asked for another, and he gave that to her, too. She let the water and hot caresses take her away, building her arousal. Deven’s caresses served their purpose well as she found herself biting her lip to keep from screaming.

  Taking her hands, she rubbed any part of him she could reach, a thigh, arm, buttock. Each part of him was granite sculpted, and she wanted to feel more. She turned to face him and took the sponge from him, rinsing and re-lathering. She twirled her finger, and Deven complied, turning to face away from her. Deven just craned his neck, trying to see what she wanted to do with him. She showed him, scrubbing him from feet to neck, standing on her toes. The back done, she tapped his shoulder, motioning him to turn. She scrubbed him in the same fashion, feet to neck. But this time she slithered against him, hard nipples beading his flesh. When she got to his face, Deven picked her up again and leaned along the wall. The soap covered them both, a slick, sucking slide of skin on skin. Charli was going to go for hers and maneuvered her hips against him, his hard dick in the way. Deven thrust against her, rubbing her swollen nether lips and clit.

  Charli bucked, groaning. Deven captured her mouth, sucking the groan from her lips and back out of his. Charli squirmed against him, the soap dissipating from the water raining on them both. The worst part was the slick slide was gone, but the sensations were fuller. She could feel each hair on his body, all of them stimulating a nerve at each part of them that mingled. Deven turned the water off and stepped from the shower. They didn’t make it far, just to the large rug in the bedroom floor, where he stood still and looked into her eyes. He still held her clasped against his chest, even as they dripped water onto the rug beneath his feet. She didn’t want to see him, but the intensity of locked eyes was magnetic. The look he gave her was so possessive, so demanding that she gave him w
hat he was preparing to take. Charli wrapped her legs around his hips, and let him have all of her. She gripped his arms and waited. But the seconds that she held her breath were worthwhile once he nudged her wet folds.

  He let her know what was on his mind when he spoke, “Tell me, Charli.”

  She knew what he was asking for and couldn’t have held back for anything, neither love nor money. “Take it, Deven.”

  For the first time, in all of her sexual exploits, Charli was terrified. She had never been so out of control. She was always in command of herself, in her day-to-day life and especially on the few occasions she fucked. Control was hers even when she was surrounded by some really big, mafia-type fish during a clandestine deal. She had dealt with a few nasty characters, but even they didn’t make her feel weak, like she was at their mercy. Deven did, and she didn’t know how to react. She saw him, looking at her, watching her and felt hunted. The feeling was a pang deep inside, spearing her womb. Her body wouldn’t let her mind distance herself from the sensations. She was already a handful of heartbeats from coming, and he wasn’t even fucking her. Yet.

  The initial thrust was everything, piercing her to the hilt and beyond in two endlessly deep punches of an unyielding erection. Charli couldn’t see as she was left blind with the amount of cock he gave her. She wailed and scratched him, leaving long bruised welts the length of his back.

  * * * *

  His cock was already seconds from Charli’s chocolate, shaved pussy, and he didn’t plan on wasting any of that time. He pressed the head inside her, scoring the wet walls. She was so hot, it scorched him and his hips jerked, stuffing her with several more inches. She started bucking on him, and he couldn’t wait to give her the rest. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her viciously south and impaled her on what was left. When Deven seated Charli fully, she attacked him as though she was a lioness in heat and raked her nails down his back.