Don't Lie

by Violet Paige

  “Because I’m going to come deep inside you.” He grabbed the back of my hair, bringing my lips to his. The kiss was fierce and primal.

  I didn’t think we would ever be able to get enough of each other. There was so much we had to say. So much to feel. Our bodies had a way of talking to each other that couldn’t be spoken through words. The way we fit together. The way we knew how to take each other to the brink of pleasure and then pull back, just in time to make it more intense with another round of cataclysmic arousal. And right now I wanted to express every emotion I could—every way I could through sex. Sex with Blake had always been the degree to which I measured other men—no other man had ever even come close.

  They couldn’t read my soul. They couldn’t predict what I needed. They couldn’t make me soar into blissful clouds of skin and heat. They couldn’t make me pant with want, cry for satisfaction, or beg for more. Not the way he could.

  I felt his hands slide down my back and unclasp my bra. The straps fell to the side as he pulled the lacy fabric from my nipples.

  “I’ve always loved your tits.” He moved from my mouth to my breasts, sucking and kissing my throat and collarbone. He closed his lips around my nipple, biting until I writhed under him.

  “Oh, Blake.” I arched, giving him my breast. Offering him my body for his pleasure.

  “I want your ass in the air, baby.”

  My eyes widened. I couldn’t remember sex with Blake like that before. True I hadn’t been very adventurous at that age, but he had been my first and I had tried anything he wanted. Sex had been something to explore together.

  “Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No. I want to make you happy.”

  He took my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips over mine. “Will it make you happy?”

  I lingered in the kiss. Let the sway of his tongue bring me to the edge of a new kind of passion.

  “God, yes.” I nodded.

  “Then do it,” he urged. He sat back to allow me room to maneuver on the sofa. He watched me like a hungry lion. It made my skin heat and my pussy ache for release. Had I ever wanted to be ravished before? Had I ever thought I would burn up from the inside out without this man inside me? I had to have him. I had to feel that connection we once shared.

  I moved forward on my palms, shifting to my knees, pressing into the sofa so that he had a full view of my ass.

  “I like the thong.”

  I jerked when I felt him snap the strip between my cheeks.

  The sting turned to pleasure. “Do that again,” I whispered. My pulse quickened.

  “What? This?” His fingers moved between my legs, pinched the fabric and snapped it over my clit.

  “Ohh, yes,” I whimpered. “I like it when you do that.” I wiggled backward, hoping for more.

  “Fuck, you’re even sexier now. And I think a little naughty.”

  “Only with you,” I admitted. My sex life was vanilla as hell. This was the hottest thing I’d done in years.

  “Is that so?” He cracked the thong harder this time and I yelped.

  “Yes.” I nodded. I was breathy and I licked my lips, sinking my teeth hard into the soft skin.

  He climbed onto the couch behind me. As he leaned forward, I felt his cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was as hard as a rod and bigger than any cock had a right to be. And all I wanted was for him to sink it inside of me. To undo all of the hurt that we had caused each other. I wanted it to push inside me so deep we were connected the way we used to be. I wanted that glorious cock to take me to another time and place. To remind me there was a time when I was his girl. Remind that we had something time and distance couldn’t dissolve.

  I looked at him over my shoulder as he fisted it, pumping gently.

  He pressed it between the slickness of my folds and I shuttered.

  “Shit,” he whispered, coating himself in my juices. His hips kicked back and forth sliding between my slit, building friction over my clit. Every time I gasped with anticipation, hoping he was going to push inside me.

  But he took his time, grinding against my ass, slowing his movements. Making me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

  His thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and brought it down to my thighs. I wiggled trying to shake the panties all the way, but I felt a slap against my bottom.

  “I want them there,” he growled.

  Oh shit. I realized they restrained me slightly. My ass was at his mercy like this and I shivered with what that meant. I was on my knees for him, giving myself to him all over again. Showing him that we wanted the same thing. That our heat and fever ran deep. The hottest embers had always been there under the surface.

  I moaned, feeling the straps dig into my thighs as he spread my legs. I loved it. The wickedness of it. The dirtiness. The sexiness of being everything he wanted. Blake positioned himself behind me and I inhaled. I wasn’t prepared. My entrance was dripping wet. My heart firing rapid heartbeats. My clit throbbing. But I wasn’t prepared when Blake slammed inside me like a rod of fire.

  I screamed out as he pushed inside, hilting himself on the first thrust. There was no easing into it. There was no building up. He was inside me, filling me with his giant cock and I cried out from the pain.

  “Oh Blake. Oh God,” I begged for release, but as he rode me harder it turned to pure ecstasy.

  I bounced and sighed as the rocking built inside my core, pushing me to accept the newness of our bodies. The newness of our passion. The tension and anticipation finally unraveling in this moment. The waiting coming to an end. The longing realized. It was all here between us as Blake sank his cock into me, forging erotic places our bodies had never been together.

  “Fuck, Sierra. You’re so tight. Your pussy has always been mine hasn’t it?”

  I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the feeling. I was a bundle of sensation and wonder. Not knowing my body was capable of all Blake was challenging it to accept.

  He reached forward twisting my clit between his fingers.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “It’s yours, baby,” I moaned.

  “Tell me it was always mine,” he growled.

  I choked back the tears. “It was always yours.” And that was the reality that hit me. It was. I’d never belonged to anyone else after Blake.

  He slammed into me over and over as I tried to press back into him. His balls slapped at my wet folds as our groans filled the living room. It was primal and raw. The most exposed and real sex I’d ever had. And I needed it. I needed him. I needed him this way. To strip everything away. To start over. To make me his in an entirely different way.

  My belly clenched and tugged as the control I had, began to slip away.

  “Oh, Blake,” I growled. “I’m going to come.”

  “Not until you beg me for it.”

  My heart stopped. My body was on complete fire. Going up in flames, hotter than anything and somehow he made red flames turn blue.

  “Please,” I pleaded. I wiggled and bucked, trying to find every inch of his cock inside me. “Please let me come on you. I need it. I need you so badly.”

  He grinned. “Damn it, you’re so hot talking dirty, baby.” He yanked my head up by my hair. He plunged inside me and I screamed from the impact. It was a beautiful glorious pain that washed through me in erotic pulses every time he slammed inside me. And yet I wanted more. Needed more.

  I was shattering like glass in a mirror. Tiny cracks traveled through my veins. It was over. It was everything. I pulsed and whimpered. The vibrations captured me, shocking me with powerful electricity.

  “Oh God. Oh God.” I panted and grasped for a pillow. The edge of the couch. Anything to hang on to.

  Blake was relentless. “Fuck it. Fuck.”

  He pushed inside me and I heard my panties rip as he pried my legs apart and sank inside me. He shoved my knees wide, angling his cock like a sword, and grunted as his final thrusts sen
t shocks of intensity to my core.

  “You’re mine, Sierra.”

  “Oh, yes,” I cried. “Fuck me. I want to feel it all.”

  And I craved it like a drug. The need for Blake to envelope me in a haze of heat and sultry, sinful sex. The kind of sex I’d only dreamed about. The kind of sex I needed three showers to wash away. I wanted sex so deep and powerful I’d never forget this moment. I’d never forget the day I let every barrier down and gave this man my soul.

  I felt his fingers dig into my hips with urgent tugs. “Look at me.” I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. “Watch me fuck you hard and deep.” His voice was husky and strong. I quivered at the sound. “Watch me fuck your beautiful sexy body.”

  I nodded, whimpering. He reared back and slowly sliced into me.

  “Ohh.” My eyes rolled back.

  “Sierra, watch me fuck you back to me.”

  My nipples hardened at his command and I felt another orgasm spring to life in my core. He filled my body with his. He pushed a thumb over my bottom lip and I sucked it greedily while he pumped in and out of me. His cock was like a pleasure stick I could never get enough of. I came harder than I ever had before. Skyrocketing off the couch. Forgetting I was in an old house. Forgetting I was in a home I had abandoned. Forgetting I had hurt this man so deeply I thought he’d never forgive me. He let his thumb linger over my shoulder before sneaking a hand to my breast. With a tweak of my nipple I lost it. I bucked uncontrollably.

  My face planted on the couch as he pumped everything he had deep into my walls, filling me with his hot come. It spread through me as his cock pulsed in my swollen walls.

  “Ohh,” I sighed. My breasts pressed into the cushions. Every inch of me was covered in sweat. The sweet dampness of epic sex.

  “Fuck.”

  He kissed my back, moving his lips to my shoulder before sliding his slick cock out of me and lowering me to the couch.

  His golden essence seeped from my legs as I laid there in a haze. He crawled forward, taking my lips with his teeth.

  I looked into his eyes. “I didn’t know we could do that.”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you could be so dirty, but all your secrets are out now, baby.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle. Yeah, they were. Apparently I liked being a very dirty girl with my very dirty ex.

  20

  Blake

  There was some fucked up shit going on. So much I decided the only thing to do was ignore it.

  I couldn’t deal with the fact that Sierra had left eight years ago because of my dad. Or because she was going to have my baby. My dad was dead. How was I supposed to confront a ghost? And the baby … well, Sierra said it never got very far. I tried not to think about it. It all hurt. I didn’t want to think about the past anymore.

  There were three days until she had to go back to Dallas.

  And until then I was going to fucking enjoy myself.

  Sierra leaned back into the cushiony seat I had affixed to the bow for her. I steered the boat farther away from the marina. She kept peeking over her shoulder to watch me behind the steering wheel. My eyes focused on the shallow waters in front of us.

  The constant summer storms and drastic tidal shifts altered the channel and made boating in the Core Sound dangerous if I didn’t focus.

  I slowed the boat and Sierra took in the little cove. Behind her, the moon was rising higher in the sky.

  “What do you think?” I asked as I loosened the anchor from the side compartment box. I heaved it out into the water.

  “It’s really pretty out here. And peaceful.”

  The boat drifted closer to the shore until the anchor tugged at the bottom.

  “This is my favorite spot on the whole island. I don’t get to come here as much as I’d like.” I reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of wine.

  “Wine? I thought you were a beer guy.” Sierra stifled a laugh as I fought with the corkscrew.

  “I am a beer guy, but you’re not.” I flashed her a wide grin. “I even brought glasses.” I pointed to the bag on the other side of the cooler.

  “How did you have time to put all this together?”

  I shrugged. “Nothing but time in the offseason.”

  I steadied myself as the wake of an offshore boat passed by. Balancing one glass at a time against my chest, I poured glasses of wine.

  “You cold?” I sat next to her on the bow and wrapped one arm around her.

  “I’m ok.”

  “Something wrong?”

  Sierra rubbed her arms up and down. “No, I’m fine. Just chilly from the wind. I guess I should have worn something other than this strapless shirt.”

  It was dark on the water, and except for the low light emitting from the boat’s speaker, there were no other lights.

  “I like the shirt. Your boobs look hot.” I tugged on it, trying to see down the front.

  “Really?” Her voice was suddenly sultry.

  “Hell yeah.”

  She pinched her lips together. “Too bad I’ll be cold if I take it off.”

  “I think I could help with that.”

  She laughed. “I’m kidding. I’m playing with you. I wouldn’t—”

  “Take it off,” I ordered.

  “What?”

  “We used to have sex out here all the time. Take it off.” My eyes lit with hunger. I’d never wanted to fuck her like I did now.

  Sierra cautiously rose from the bow. Her fingers rested on the top button. She flipped the first one.

  “Whoa. Hold on.”

  I grabbed Sierra and scooped her up as the boat rocked from a big wake. I brought her down to the floor of the boat before we were hit by successive waves.

  “You ok?” I asked. She’d almost wiped out.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. You’re pretty quick.”

  “Years of practice with my sea legs.” I laughed. “I brought some blankets. Hold on.”

  I opened the bow storage and grabbed a few old quilts. By the time I laid them out, Sierra’s eyes held the same lust as mine.

  She reached up and pulled me toward her, brushing her lips over mine.

  I snaked an arm around her waist and lowered her on her back, flat against the deck. She greedily sought my mouth with her tongue and pulled me closer to her. Her lips were warm and hungry.

  My cock hardened as she hitched her legs around my waist, and slid her hands under my shirt.

  As my hand reached for her calf and traced a trail on the underside of her leg, a smile spread across Sierra’s face. One inch at a time, my fingertips approached the inner softness of her thigh and started a slow swirling motion, dipping under the hem of her shorts. She let out a groan and shifted her hips, giving my fingers more access.

  The more I toyed with her, the more she writhed under me. I fucking loved watching her lose control.

  She gave it over to me so easily. So steadily.

  I unclasped the button on her shorts. Her hips lifted as I tugged them over the curves of her thighs.

  I ran my palm over her center, pressing between her legs, feeling the wetness seep through her panties.

  I inhaled sharply. She was everything I remembered. Every fantasy. Every fucking dream.

  I peeled her panties off before she could protest, but I saw the hesitation waiting in her eyes.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby,” I growled under my breath.

  She shook her head. “We’re out in the sound. What if someone sees us?” She tried to look over my shoulder.

  “Then they’ll see me enjoying every sweet juicy drop of your pussy.” I eyed her. “Don’t you remember it? How I’d fuck you with my tongue?”

  She whimpered.

  “How I’d lick you until you shook in my arms? How you begged me to give you more? You remember the first time my tongue slid inside you? Tasted your clit. Sucked your folds so hard you screamed?”

  She shook her head. “I do.”

  “Imagine what I can do with my
tongue now.” I grinned wolfishly. My skills had grown tenfold. She had no idea what I could do to her now.

  I watched hungrily as her knees fell to the side and her wet pussy glistened under the moonlight.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  I lowered myself between her legs, taking a long slow lick from her center to her clit. I groaned, inhaling her scent. Remembering what it was like the first time I’d done this to her. How she purred under me. How I wanted to come all over her. How I was close to feeling that way again.

  I bit at that tight nub before plunging my tongue inside her.

  She bucked and writhed, but I couldn’t get enough, or give her enough. My tongue twisted and lapped, sucking her juices. Tasting her honey with a thirst I had thought was gone.

  I looked up as I was sucking on her clit and saw her hands splayed against her chest. I reached forward, unsnapping the rest of her buttons. She groaned, massaging her breasts.

  I was fucking hard as a rock. I tugged the lace down over her tits, jutting them over the bra.

  “Ohh,” she cried. Her fingers finding the hard tips and pinching them.

  “You’re a fucking siren. You know that?”

  I dove between her legs, pumping my tongue in and out when I felt her clench around me. Her hips lifted as she ground into me relentlessly. I felt the tension in her body cling to her just before she whimpered with the orgasm. I watched in horny satisfaction as she came on the floor of my boat.

  Her legs spread wide. Her fingers squeezing her hard nipples. Her pussy wet from me.

  “Oh, baby.” I looked at her when she eased off the cliff of her orgasm. “So many ways to fuck you, I can’t decide which one.”

  “Oh God.” She choked.

  I laughed. “I think we’ll figure it out.”

  I unbuckled my shorts and kicked them off my legs.

  I sat on the blanket. “I want your ass right here.”

  She sat up, crawling toward me. Her tits looked swollen and pushed together. They were fucking amazing.

  “Straddle me,” I commanded. “I want that tight pussy of yours on my dick.”