Fool’s Paradise: Cartwright Brothers, Book 5

by Anderson, Lilliana

  “You’ve been drinking,” came the soft rumble of his voice as his interested eyes perused my bare flesh.

  “So have you. Makes us even.”

  One large hand wrapped around the ribs on my right side, his thumb moving to caress the underside of my breast as we locked eyes, his expression calm, searching. “You are painfully beautiful, Blair.”

  Painfully beautiful.

  “You don’t need to compliment me, Toby. I’m not that kind of girl.”

  A flicker of something passed through his gaze before he swallowed hard then lifted his other hand and slid his fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. “Achingly beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough as he pressed his mouth to mine, the kiss deep and strong. Lips sucking, tongue exploring.

  I sank against him, my hands remaining on his chest where I could feel the thumping of his heart against my palms. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Solid, sure, yet nervous. I was making him nervous.

  Done with my mouth, he pulled back on my hair, angling my head so he had access to my neck. His teeth slid along my jaw, down until he ran his tongue along my pulse point, nipping me lightly as I moaned and rocked my hips, pressing against his hard girth. The pressure was sublime between my legs as his mouth and fingers explored my chest, kneading, pinching and sucking. One hand slid in an arc across my back, fingers finding my spine and trailing featherlight touches down to the top of my arse.

  Sliding his hand beneath the elastic waist of my panties, he ran his tongue back up my neck, his mouth pausing at my chin. “I want you naked and in my bed.” Then he scraped his teeth over my chin before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

  He could have me anywhere.

  Wrapping his arms around my body, he stood with zero effort, making me feel light and dainty for the first time in my life, before he strode towards the bedroom, the tip of his erection tapping against my arse as he moved. I was so wet and aroused that all I wanted to do was ride him to kingdom cum—and I meant that in the dirty way.

  Leaning forwards to lay me on the bed, Toby bit my lower lip before immediately sucking the pain away, causing me to moan and whimper for more.

  Giving me just that, he slid his hand between us, shoving my panties to the side as he thrust two fingers inside me. He moaned as my juices coated him, and I rocked up to meet the depth of his movement. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he curled his fingers inside me, massaging my G-spot. “Last night when I walked you home, did you want me to do this?” He thrust his fingers deeper, adding a third.

  An involuntary moan left my mouth as I nodded. “And more,” I gasped out.

  He grinned and pulled his fingers from inside me, running my juices over my bottom lip before leaning in and sucking it into his mouth, tasting me before he slid his tongue against mine and shared my flavour. “Oh, there’s more,” he said, pressing his massive cock against my thigh.

  “Give it to me.”

  “How’s this?” He slipped all four fingers inside me, filling me further so that my eyes rolled back in my head.

  “Yes,” I groaned, arching against him as his mouth returned to mine and his fingers pushed gloriously into my depths. Unable to take the beautiful torture of his touch, my body let go, coming around his hand as I howled into his mouth.

  He slowed his movement as he brought me back down and ran the tip of his nose across the soft skin of my cheek. “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my swollen lips as I melted into the mattress. “I hope you still want more?”

  Numb, I nodded. “Everything you can give me.”

  “Mmm, good, because you taste almost as amazing as you look.” His mouth collided with mine, kissing me fiercely before he slid down my body, paying particular attention to my nipples before hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulling them past my feet.

  “I want you inside me,” I gasped, reaching for his hair and sliding my fingers through the soft tousled waves.

  “Not yet,” he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh. “I need you good and ready first.” I loved the way he panted, his arousal thick in his voice.

  “I’m ready now. Please.”

  “Soon.” He slid his tongue out, sweeping it through my core, flicking at my clit.

  I lifted my hips off the bed. “Holy fuck!” Most men who engaged in meaningless sex didn’t tend to go down on a woman unless it was something they enjoyed themselves. Even then, they weren’t always that great at it, and I had to instruct them more often than not on what to do. But Toby—holy hell—he knew what he was doing, and from the soft hum that left his mouth as he fucked me with his tongue, he enjoyed giving oral too. Oh yes. I would not be disappointed.

  When he centred his focus on my clit, tongue swirling and sucking at the tiny bundle of nerves, I had an intense desire to clamp my thighs around his head and refuse to let him go. I hadn’t been handled this well in, well, ever. The conversation I’d had with that woman in the bathroom slammed into me moments before my second climax hit and I cried out his name. He’s a devil in the sack.

  I’d barely caught my breath by the time he’d shed his boxers and donned a condom, that massive cock held in his hand as he paused at my opening. “Relax and breathe,” he instructed, ice-blue eyes locked with my green ones as he pushed his tip inside me, stretching me to the point where I cried out cross-eyed.

  “Oh god.”

  “Relax. You’re clenching,” he winced. “I won’t last long if you clench.”

  “You’re big,” I gasped, relaxing my core around him, breathing slowly as he inched his way inside, filling me more than I’d ever felt possible. “Oh, wow.”

  “Think you can handle me?”

  I nodded before he moved. And oh god, I could barely control my moans.

  “Toby.”

  “Blair. You feel… fuck me. You feel amazing.”

  In and out. In and out. He fucked with agonising precision, a slow torture of the senses dancing along that fine line between pleasure and pain.

  So. Full.

  Almost ready to explode for the third time, I tipped my head back and let the sounds escape my throat. I would happily walk with a limp for the next week if this was the kind of lover he was. No wonder Lucy’s mother had waited on him all those years. Oh God. Fuck that feels sensational. No other man could compare to this… his size and skill. Amazing.

  Starting at my toes then zapping its way to my scalp, my third climax hit with a blinding light. “Hold it,” Toby heaved, picking up the pace as he laced our fingers together and held me against the bed, something I’d normally fight against, but with a pleasure this intense, I lost myself in the feeling, writhing up to meet him, thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth as he spilled himself inside me. “Blair. Fuck.”

  “Toby. My god. That was—”

  My voice got lost in his mouth as he kissed me with a fierce passion, pushing against our connection, touching me so deep I thought I might die.

  “More,” he gasped, his damp hair brushing over my forehead as our sweat slick bodies buzzed in tangled togetherness.

  “There’s more?” I could barely speak, my hands still tangled with his.

  “There’s definitely more.” He grinned and grated his teeth along the side of my jaw.

  “Show me,” I said, wanting to drown in his body and die from his skill.

  Pulling from inside me, he crouched back on his knees then grabbed my hips, rolling me onto my stomach then shifting me back on my knees.

  “Your skin feels like satin,” he said, running his hand up my spine then back down until he cupped my arse cheek and nudged my knees apart. “And inside”—he smoothed two fingers along my slit before pushing inside—“silk.” Pressing against my arse cheek, he opened me wide then leaned in, fingers still inside me as his tongue touched my opening then ran back until it was circling my back-door entry, running enough pressure along the nerve-filled edge to make me howl and squirm.

  “Holy f
uck,” I moaned, my back arching, doing involuntary yoga poses as he poked and prodded, licked and kissed. I erupted. Again.

  No man has ever gotten me off this many times in a row.

  Toby Cartwright was a god, and I was his humble servant.

  With every nerve in my body humming in pleasure, I held myself on shaky arms, listening as he tore through another foil packet and slid a fresh condom over his length. Then I took a breath and floated up the steps to heaven when he pushed inside, the angle and stroke the perfect combination to bring tears to my eyes as ecstasy took over. All I was was sex and raw nerves.

  “I don’t want to stop fucking you,” Toby forced out as he fought against his ejaculation and lost, his hand squeezing my arse as he panted out his breath, slowly coming down. I could barely speak, barely breathe. “You feel too good.” He leaned down and pressed his teeth gently into my flesh. “Too good.” His hot breath washed over my skin before he bit a little harder this time, kissing and sucking to cancel out any pain.

  For a woman who loved to fuck as I did, a man like Toby was dangerous. Heroin in the vein of a borderline nympho.

  I was in trouble.

  “We need a shower,” he said, still inside me, sweat dripping from our bodies as he slid his fingers over my skin.

  Nodding, I pushed my hair from my face. “And water,” I gasped.

  “Kitchen first then.”

  Following me to the fridge, he waited until I opened the door to place his hand on my back, his fingers digging possessively into my skin as I leaned into the cold. Closing my eyes, I pressed back into his touch then turned with a bottle of water in my hands. “Still want more?” I asked, my eyes dropping to where that massive cocked stood stiff and proud, wondering how the man didn’t pass out from a lack of blood to his brain while maintaining an erection this long. He was in his forties and going at it like a twenty-year-old. I wasn’t complaining.

  With a telltale grin, he removed the bottle cap for me and watched with hungry eyes as I drank. “If you can take it.” He lifted the bottle from between my fingers.

  “I can take it.” I wasn’t sure if my body could take more, but I’d already come this far, and I wasn’t a quitter. I’d happily risk a trip to the ER if it meant getting blessed by his huge man rod again.

  His eyes locked with mine as he drained the rest of the water and threw the empty bottle over his shoulder, bouncing it against the floor. With a smile that turned my insides to mush, he bowed his head and kissed me softly, cold tongue to cool tongue. “Hold on to something,” he said with a wink, before dropping to his knees in front of me.

  “Oh god.” My legs almost gave way as his tongue lashed out and stroked through my slit. I grabbed hold of the open fridge door for support and yelled, “Toby,” while the shelving pressed against my back. Hooking his forearm behind my knee, he shifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder, giving him better access to my overused core as he licked and sucked, dipped and fucked me into yet another screaming quivering mess.

  I’m dying. Fucked into oblivion by the man I should have captured but saved instead.

  Wait. Did I die on that boat?

  Is this heaven?

  I didn’t think they’d let someone like me into heaven. But endless orgasms couldn’t possibly be hell.

  I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come.

  After eating me out at the open fridge, he took me to the bathroom and pressed me against the tiles in the warm shower, fucking me from behind as his teeth dug into my shoulder and I pulled at his hair. This was pure and carnal and I loved every second, thriving on our bodies connecting in the most biblical of ways. When I came again, my cries echoed around the small room. I practically slithered down the wall and into a smiling puddle on the floor.

  “You OK?” Toby asked as he steadied my failing legs by catching me about the waist.

  “I’m fan-fucking-tastic,” I replied, grinning as I turned in his arms.

  With a chuckle, he shut off the water then scooped me up in his arms, drying me off before placing me in the bed, my body a boneless weight that sunk down into the mattress. He fucked me good.

  Did I say I wouldn’t walk for a week? Make that a month. At least.

  “Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” he asked in a whisper as he curled behind me, the double bed too small for us both. I nestled beneath the weight of his arm.

  “Hmm,” came my faraway reply. Toby’s breathing had already evened out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Filthy

  “Sweet baby Jesus,” I moaned, placing my hand against the wall. “I think you fucked my uterus into my rib cage last night.” Waking up to bright sunshine and a hunky man wrapped around me had been pure bliss. Until I moved.

  Every muscle ached, especially the ones in my thighs and my pelvis. When I’d rolled out of the bed and hobbled towards the bathroom, I’d run myself a salt-filled bath just to soak my swollen muff. Somehow, I’d fallen asleep in there. And by the time I got out of the tub, Toby was up and making breakfast in the kitchen.

  “Can you walk OK?” He moved to help me, but I held my other hand up to stop him.

  “I can manage,” I said, shuffling over to the table before I eased myself down. “That cock of yours is huge. I feel like I’ve been punched in the vagina.”

  “Maybe we should have called it quits after round two,” he said, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. “They’re powdered, but they do the trick.”

  “I’m no quitter.” I blew out some air from my lungs then shifted on the seat so my thighs were further apart. Ow.

  Setting his lips in a straight line, he moved to the freezer where he pulled out one of those long gel-filled ice packs, wrapped it in a tea towel then handed it to me. “For your, uh, lady parts.”

  “My lady parts?” Trying not to laugh, I looked from him to the ice pack.

  “Just use it OK?”

  I took it from his grip and placed it between my legs, the cool bringing me sweet relief. “Sweet Jesus.” I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. “You know, I don’t know what’s funnier. That fact you call a vagina ‘lady parts’ or that you keep vagina ice packs in your freezer.”

  He shot me a long suffering look. “They’re regular icepacks. And I can call it whatever I want.”

  “It?” I teased. “Call ‘it’ a ‘cunt’ then.” I smiled as he rolled his eyes.

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  “Aw, come on. Just once.”

  “I don’t like to speak about women that way.”

  I took a moment to let my eyes absorb this fine specimen of a man before me. He wore a navy T-shirt that gently hugged his torso, and a pair of dark grey trackpants that hung low on his narrow hips. His hair fell forward as he bowed his head over the stove. He’d cooked me breakfast, he’d gotten me an ice pack and he wouldn’t use crass words to describe my swollen parts, and he was amazing in bed, spending far more time taking care of me than he did himself. Who is this guy? Men like Toby Cartwright didn’t exist. Not in my world, anyway. Women like me didn’t attract men like him. And if they did, they certainly didn’t get to keep him.

  “Freaky between the sheets and a gentleman in the streets,” I said, nodding as I stared at his arse. “I dig it.”

  With a soft burst of laughter, he shook his head and slid his eggs on another plate before joining me.

  “How sore is it, really?” he asked, his eyes dropping to where the ice pack rested against my crotch as he slid a fork against his plate.

  “Swollen. But I’ll live to fuck another day, I assure you.”

  He scooped some eggs into his mouth and grimaced a little. “I think I have anti-inflammatories in the first aid kit if you need them. You were pretty voracious last night. I tried not to go too hard, but...” The corner of his mouth kicked up and his eyes shone bright, telling me he enjoyed my sexual appetite just as much as I enjoyed his. Too good.

  “I was voracious?” I said, trying the
eggs. They weren’t horrible, but I didn’t particularly like them either. “Says the man who quite literally ate every part of me. I have teeth marks on my arse and on my shoulder, thank you very much.” I scooped more eggs into my mouth before deciding I was done.

  “I didn’t hear any complaining,” he said, finishing his plate then eyeing mine. I pushed it over to him since he was far bigger than me and had given us an equal serving.

  “I’m not complaining at all. Just… interested, I guess.”

  “Interested?”

  I bounced a shoulder. “Yeah, well, it’s rare I meet a man who can go me round for round like that.”

  He paused his eating and lifted his brow. “It’s rare I meet a woman who can take me round for round like that. Most give up after one, maybe two. Never four.”

  “Well, I’m honoured to be a unicorn pussy for you.”

  He rolled his eyes but laughed. “I’ll get you those pills,” he said, clearing away our plates before heading into the laundry. When he returned, he was holding a bright red bag with a white cross on it. “OK, I have Nurofen or Voltaren.”

  “Voltaren,” I said, pointing to the bottle. “That’s quite an extensive medkit you have there.” Taking a peek inside, there were enough supplies to perform any number of minor surgeries.

  Handing me a bottle of water with the tablets, he repacked and zipped up the bag. “I like to make sure I’m over prepared.”

  “Over prepared, huh? I hope you’ve got a big supply of condoms in there.”

  He laughed. “I do, actually. Got plans for another round?”

  “Or six. A little swelling isn’t gonna stop me. The way I see this, we’ve got a week, maybe two, together at most. Might as well make the most of the time we have left.” I stretched back in my seat, wincing a little when my inner thighs protested. “And I don’t know about you, but I slept like a baby last night.”

  A grin crept across his face, and I couldn’t help admire how stunning he was when he smiled. “I did too.”