by M. S. Parker
He boosted me higher, and I whimpered as he closed his mouth around my right nipple. With teeth and tongue, he tasted me. It was like he had found some delicious treat and was determined to enjoy it thoroughly.
He stripped my bra away, and as it fell to the floor, he switched to my left nipple and treated it to the same attention he had bestowed to the right.
I kneaded his shoulders with my fingers, moaning under the onslaught of pleasure, so decadent and intense, I couldn’t even begin to process it.
His hips moved against mine, and once more, the pleasure that exploded inside me was too intense, too real, too much.
I was already so wet that my panties began to slide over me, back and forth, with every move of his hips.
He tugged at the button on my jeans, freeing it. I almost wanted to cry when he dragged the zipper down because I had no doubt that he’d strip them away and then be inside me. While part of me wanted that, another part of me wasn’t ready for all of this to end.
But instead of dragging my jeans down, he slid his fingers along the lacy band atop my panties. His voice was husky as he murmured, “Are you as wet as I think you are?”
I shivered at the sound of his voice.
“I don’t know.”
He slid his fingers inside just passed the band of the panties before slowly moving lower. The sound that escaped him with something caught between a growl and a moan, and I stared at him through my lashes as his head fell back. “Fuck, you are.”
His fingers slid across me, circled my clit, dipped lower and circled my entrance, but he didn’t enter me. He toyed with me. I was whimpering and ready to beg by the time he actually went just a little lower and slipped his fingers through my folds. But still, he didn’t give me what I needed.
I slammed my head back against the surface behind me. “Please,” I demanded, ready to beg.
He rubbed his lips against mine. “Be patient,” he said, voice taut.
“I don’t want to be.”
“That’s unfortunate for you. But you’ll be glad I don’t take orders from bossy little brats like you,” he said, something of a smile in his voice. He flicked his thumb against my clitoris as he said it, and any outrage I might have felt at his comment was obliterated under a storm of sensation.
I was shaking when he did it a second time and practically sobbing as he did it a third.
Then, finally, he circled the entrance to my body with one thick finger before slowly pushing inside.
I came. Just like that, with nothing more than a few strokes of my clit and his finger lodged inside me, I came. He swallowed down the mewling cries I made and continued to stroke me, stoking the fire inside me higher and higher.
When he had me clamoring and all but begging for him to make me come again, he stopped.
“You’re a bastard,” I said against his mouth.
“So I’ve been told.” He took me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed. He lay me down and said calmly, “Wait here.” He walked off, and when he came back to me, he caught the waistband of my jeans and dragged them down before stretching out between my thighs, pressing his mouth to my pubic bone. “I’m going to taste you,” he said in a blunt voice. “I wanted to eat you up practically since the first minute I saw you.”
I shivered at the words, remembering my dreams. “I’m not opposed...” The rest of the words dissolved into a harsh moan as he pressed his mouth to me and kissed my pussy in an open, lavish kiss.
He thrust his tongue inside me, licking at me like I was made of candy. I shoved my hands into his hair and cried out, unprepared for...this. I hadn’t ever felt anything like this, anything like him. This was a raging storm and everything I had known before this was like a spring rain.
He screwed two fingers into my cunt and caught my clitoris between his teeth, tugging on it. “Don’t come yet,” he said, voice ragged. “Don’t.”
He crawled up my body and rose up onto his knees. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and demanded, “Off.”
I wanted to feel his naked chest pressed to mine. I wanted it more than I could remember ever wanting anything.
Well, maybe not anything – I wanted to feel his cock inside me pretty damn bad.
He hesitated a moment, then grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. His chest was broad, skin stretched taut over muscled skin, and when he pressed against me, the heat of me flooded me with an overload of sensation. Shaking from the intensity of it, I caught his arms, my nails digging into his skin.
He went rigid for a brief moment, his hard body a rigid line against mine. His mouth slammed down over mine in a kiss that tasted of need and darker things.
But then, after only seconds, the kiss changed, softened.
There was still hunger, but there was a control that hadn’t been there just seconds ago.
I didn’t want him controlled.
Raking my fingernails up his arms, I arched against him. “Lukas, please…”
He splayed his hand wide over my throat, and I could feel my pulse rabbiting against his touch as the kiss continued. But I wanted more.
He pulled away, and I groaned.
“Greedy,” he growled.
I would have reached for him, but he pulled something from his pocket – a condom. Okay. He could take care of that.
As he tore the foil open, I let myself study him, taking in the body I’d suspected lay below the flannel and denim – and under the Armani. Wide shoulders, a heavy chest that was corded with muscle. He shoved his jeans down just past his hips and my mouth parted as he freed his cock, casually stroking himself before pulling the condom from the packet.
Swallowing, I looked up to find him watching me as I stared at him.
I expected some arrogant remark…Like what you see?
But the look in his eyes was stark and naked, pure, heated desire – the kind I’d never had directed at me.
That look was as raw, as intimate as the kisses he’d given, as raw and intimate as the way he stroked his hands over me.
The hunger pulsed, throbbed in the air, dancing along my skin, and I wondered what I was going to do when he unleashed it all on me.
A moment later, I was bracing myself as he cupped my hips in my hands, drawing me closer.
I was all but shaking, so ready for him – so ready to feel the weight of that hunger – I hurt with it.
His mouth brushed mine just as he pushed his thigh between mine.
Reaching up, I caught his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh.
He wedged his hips between my thighs.
Shuddering, I arched up, so achingly ready, I hurt.
He brushed against me, once…twice…
“Quit teasing me,” I begged.
He fisted a hand in my hair and held my head in place, staring down at me. With his free hand, he reached between us, and I gasped as the head of his cock rubbed against me.
The head rubbed over, around…and then he was inside me, stretching me and I cried out at the pleasure of it.
He slid deeper, then pulled out.
Slow, lazy thrusts.
Slow.
Lazy.
It was sweet and easy…
And wrong.
“More,” I demanded, twining my thighs around his hips and grinding against him. That didn’t do it, but I hadn’t expected it to. I grabbed his biceps and sank my nails in deep – that made him stiffen, and he groaned, hips already tucked tightly against mine. He ground them in closer, head arched back and teeth clenched.
“More, Lukas,” I said. “Give me more.”
He grunted and pulled out, driving into me harder.
Pleasure lingered on the horizon, and I knew if it was just this, we’d both love it, welcome it…enjoy it.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I reached up and caught the back of his neck, hauling his head down to meet mine. I pressed my mouth against his, and once he was kissing me, I bit his tongue. “I want…all of you,” I r
asped against his lips as he snarled.
He tensed, his body going still.
But a tremble racked him. From head to toe, I felt the aftereffects as his cock jerked inside me.
“All of you,” I said again, tightening around him.
“Be careful,” he whispered against my mouth, just before he bit my lower lip. “You just might get it.”
Then he shoved back onto his haunches until he knelt over me. Cupping my ass in his hands, he brought me in closer. He grabbed my wrists next and pinned them over my head as he began to swivel his hips in the cradle of mine. He felt bigger now, his cock pulsing and throbbing so that I felt every last fraction of movement.
“So good…” I whimpered, tightening around him.
He thrust, deeper, harder, lifting my ass up so I could take him deeper.
The hand on my butt slid up my side, along my torso, then up more until he had my throat in his hand. He squeezed lightly, his blue-gray eyes locked on mine, searching for…something.
“Lukas.” I whimpered, unable to hold all the need and desperation inside.
His response was to pull out and flip me over onto my knees. A second later, he was inside me again, and he felt thicker, bigger. “Open,” he ordered when I instinctively tensed around him. “Take it, baby…that’s it…”
I wailed as he withdrew and slammed deeper inside me.
My hands scrambled at the sheets, clung for purchase.
He slid one of his around and pressed his fingers to my clitoris, working it until I was rocking back and forth between him and his hand, uncertain which one I needed more – the heavy pillar of flesh that filled me or the clever fingers that threatened to drive me insane.
“Be still, Stella,” he said just when I almost came.
I couldn’t be still. Couldn’t. It wasn’t possible.
He spanked me, the flat of his hand coming down so hard and sudden that it shocked a yelp from me.
“I said be still.”
He began to pound into me, filling me with hard, slow thrusts that left me shaking, thrusts that felt like he was filling me all the way up to my throat.
“Tell me you want to come,” he ordered.
Tell…him? I was practically already there.
As if he sensed what I was thinking, he backed off. He didn’t just back off, though. He gripped one cheek of my ass and pulled, opening the bud of my anus. The shock was enough that it threw me off and the climax that had lingered just there fell away.
“Tell me you want to come,” he said again.
“You bastard,” I said instead. I’d told him that before, I realized.
“Say it.” The tip of his finger brushed against me, that tight, narrow spot nobody had ever touched. “Say it…or…”
Terror bloomed in me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to know the or or not.
“I want to come,” I said in a rush.
He fell back into his rhythm, hard and deep, all over again.
I wailed out his name.
As if he’d just been waiting for that, he gave me exactly what I needed, and began to toy with my clitoris, sending me right over the edge.
I came. It was brutal. It was beautiful.
He came too.
Yet…something told me, later that night, as we lay twined together, that it hadn’t been…everything for him.
14
I woke with a smile on my face and an ache in my body – the kind of good, deep physical ache that came from a good, hard workout…or other things.
Lying in luxuriously soft sheets, I stretched, wincing a bit as the muscles in my legs pulled. The fog of sleep slowly drifted away, my mind clearing bit by bit.
Then, abruptly, it was completely clear, and I jerked upright as if some unseen puppet master had given my strings a hard pull.
The bed was empty.
Swallowing, I looked around.
My eyes fell on the clock, and I groaned when I saw what time it was.
Almost eleven.
I had no idea where Lukas was, but just then, I wasn’t ready to face him anyway.
Slipping out of the cabin was a bit more complicated than one might think. Since it was daylight, plenty of people would expect it to be complicated, as I sure as hell didn’t want anybody to notice me.
I ended up going out the back and taking the steps, using one of the side paths that connected just about every building on the property. I backtracked a little bit so if anybody saw me, they’d assume I’d just been out walking.
That’s all.
Nope, I hadn’t slept with the boss last night.
Nope, nope, nope…
My face was burning by the time I reached my room, and I could only hope Aaron wasn’t in there. I lucked out. Maybe he was looking for me, or maybe he’d spent the night with Terri. I had no idea, and I wasn’t about to waste precious time looking for him or even wondering about his absence.
I grabbed my things, tossing my toiletries and clothes into my carryon with a lack of care that would probably appall me later, but just then, I didn’t give a righteous damn. I wanted to be out of there before he got back, and he would be back because his things were all packed and waiting by the door.
It took me ten minutes, and I slipped out, going the long way around to get to the lodge. Yes, I was playing the avoidance game when it came to Aaron. I hadn’t even changed my clothes, and I could still smell Lukas on me, but I’d deal with that later.
The gym.
I could change there. There was no way he’d be at the gym. I’d asked him about what gym he was using when I finally got into Denver, and he’d waved it off. “Oh, I’m not using one right now.” I didn’t really see him breaking that fast here in the mountains.
The gym was quiet, the lights flicking on when I entered, and I rushed into the women’s locker room, bracing my back against the door once I was inside, feeling like a thief in the night.
“You need to calm the hell down, Stella,” I told myself. It was nothing less than the truth, too. In less than an hour, I needed to board the bus, and Aaron, my cheating ex-boyfriend, was going to be on that bus. So were a lot of other people.
I needed to get my game face on.
* * *
“Mind if I sit here?” I gave Breanna a hopeful smile as I lingered in the aisle.
“Be my guest.”
Somebody had taken the seats in front and back, and the row across the aisle was already occupied so Aaron wouldn’t be sitting directly next to me in any way. That was all I wanted for right now.
He and I could have our spectacular break up fight in private.
Even as I brooded about that prospect, Aaron boarded, and his eyes zoomed in on me, then locked on Breanna. His mouth tightened. I’d been one of the first in line to get on the bus, ducking behind a few others when I saw him looking for me. Childish, perhaps, but I needed to figure out what I wanted to say – other than you cheating son of a bitch – and I personally didn’t want to hash it out with people around.
Aaron was dramatic enough to try.
He drew closer to me, and I looked away.
That didn’t stop him from lingering by me in the aisle, though.
I could feel the weight of his gaze, and finally, as a couple of people behind him began to get restless, I turned and looked up at him. “Did you want something?” I asked coolly.
“Where were you last night? I looked around for over an hour trying to find you.”
“Awww…” I gave a mock pout. “Weren’t you worried that Terri would get lonely?”
His mouth tightened. Somebody in the seat in front of us made a choking sound that resembled a laugh.
Aaron’s eyes cut to him before he looked back at me. “We need to talk.”
“Oh, we will,” I promised. Then I deliberately turned my back on him and met Breanna’s eyes. “You were saying something about the two of us talking to Mark. That’s the head of marketing, right?”
It was a deliberate taunt because I knew where
the idea for the logo on the presentation Terri had been carrying had come from, and now that I was done playing nice, I was going to make sure the HR head knew exactly who’d designed that logo.
I sensed Aaron moving, and Breanna flicked a look past me a second later.
“He’s gone.” She cocked her head a bit. “Almost in the back – with Terri, it looks. Yeah, he’s sitting down next to her.” She looked back at me and winced. “I had a funny feeling about those two, but I wasn’t sure if I should say something, considering we’re really just now getting to be friends. Mind if I ask what happened?”
“I interrupted them at the sauna.” I met her gaze for a moment before shifting back around in the seat, facing forward. “I’m going to pack up as soon as I get home.”
“Do you have any place to stay?” she asked gently.
“No.” I shrugged. “I’m not worried about it. I can stay at a hotel for a while as I look.”
“I’ve got a better idea. Stay with me.” She reached over and took my hand, squeezing it. “I can come with you when we get back to the city, help you pack. That will keep asshole Aaron from picking a fight, and you can have your talk with him on your terms, not his. Then you can stay with me until you figure out what you want to do.”
I thought about that for a moment, then nodded, grateful to her all the way down to my toes. “I like that idea. Thank you.”
* * *
Aaron called me at nearly ten that night.
Breanna had been good to her word, although I hadn’t needed her to drive me to my place. I’d been the one to drive Aaron and me to the office where the bus picked us up, and I’d given him a sunny smile right before driving away, leaving him at the office with his bag.
Terri had been walking toward him, so I wasn’t worried about him getting a ride. He could always call a Lyft anyway.
“Where the fuck is your stuff?” he demanded in lieu of a greeting.
“Exactly where it should be,” I responded. “It’s with me. I moved out. Didn’t you see my note with the copy of the key you gave me?”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting? We had a fight, and I made a stupid mistake. It won’t happen again,” Aaron said, his voice reasonable.
