by Harper Sloan
“Please, Lee, please,” I pant. How I formed those words, I’ll never know.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness. ”
His fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please, oh God. Not without you, please. ”
I pray he understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out, causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my wetness from his skin.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“You’re getting my mouth first, darlin’. That wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved. ”
I say nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit between my legs.
LIAM PULLS THE TRUCK UP his short drive and doesn’t waste a second turning the key and ripping it out. His door is thrown open and I watch immobile as he stomps around to my door, my head tracking his every movement.
When my eyes meet his through the window, I shiver with the intensity that is written all over his face. My door opens and his hand snakes out, unbuckling my belt and pulling me from my seat with strong gentleness.
Of course, that gentleness is gone the second my feet hit the ground. He hands me his keys and without a word, I’m in his arms and he is prowling toward the door.
“Let us in, darlin’,” he grumbles and I falter when his mouth starts to lick and nibble down my neck. When I don’t move, he pulls his mouth from my neck and grunts, “Need you to open that door before I fuck you in the yard, Megan. ”
“Oh, okay,” I sputter.
He dips his head again and I feel his body shake with silent laughter. “Only you could make me laugh when I’m so hard it hurts. ”
“Oh. ”
“Yeah, oh. Let us in. Now. ”
His mouth takes control of my neck again and with a shiver down my spine, I reach out with his keys and unlock his door, turning the knob to let us in. The sounds of his alarm beeping hits my ears and he steps through, kicking the door shut behind him before moving us toward where the waiting alarm panel is.
“Two-Nine-Six-Two,” he grumbles against my skin.
My hand is shaking so violently, I almost don’t hit the right combination. The second his alarm is settled, he turns and takes the stairs two at a time. His hold never falters as he then stomps through his hallway and into the darkness of his bedroom. Walking right up to the edge of his huge bed, he places me against the mattress, and shifts his body as his hands come out to grab my hips and spin my body until my legs are dangling off the edge.
I watch as he lifts his arm, grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Each inch of his golden skin making my mouth water as the moonlight through his open window hits his muscular torso. I reach out, running my hand down his abs and lick my lips.
“You can play later,” he tells me as his hands then move to push mine out of the way and toward his buckle.
The second he releases the leather and his deft fingers start to pull each button from their secure hold, I have to fight the itch I have to rip the material from his body. I can see his thick shaft pushing against the denim as he works to free himself.
His hands leave their mission and I watch as he stands, thumbs hooking his briefs and jeans before he gives me a crooked grin and bends to push them both down, before straightening once again. Then he gives me a blink to take him—all of him—in before kneeling on the floor in front of me. I look down my body at him and he licks his lips.
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“Now. Now you get my mouth. ”
Oh, God. The rush of arousal overpowering my already overloaded system.
His hands reach out and I jump when he palms the skin right above my knees, earning me a smirk. He takes his time, killing me with the slowness that his hands take as they travel up my thighs. Right when he reaches the top, his thumbs brush against the crotch of my shorts and I almost come unglued, my hips jolting off the bed. He moves quickly then, moving his hands to my hips and pressing me back down before curling his fingers into my skin.
“The smell of you, God damn. I thought I was starving for you before. I’m going to eat you until you can’t breathe, Megan. Fucking drown in you. ”
“Oh, God. ”
“Hold on, darlin’,” he tells me and then my shorts and panties are flying over his shoulder, his hands back at my hips and he pulls me against his mouth—hard.
My head falls back and I lose the strength to hold my body up. When my back falls to the mattress, his hold gets tighter until I’m being pulled to the very edge, with my ass hanging half off. One of his strong hands leaving my hips and curls under my leg to throw it over his shoulder, fitting his mouth even tighter to my core.
When his tongue starts to twist and push against my clit, I cry out and he grabs my other leg to pull it over his other shoulder. Then in a move that would make a porn star proud, his mouth opens wide and his cheeks pull in as he sucks hard while his tongue drops down and pushes inside of me.
That’s all it takes for the burn to catch fire and sear through my body in an explosion that puts stars in my vision, and my breath to stall in my throat. My back arches and my fingers ache as I fist his sheets between them.
He hums his approval against me just when my climax starts to ebb and I jump right into a second spike of pleasure, screaming until my throat burns. His head twists and his stubble burns against the sensitive skin on my thighs. My hand moves from its hold on the sheets and I push my fingers through his thick hair and try to move his mouth from its delicious torture against my swollen skin.
He growls against me and shakes his head, making me whimper when I feel the movement shoot up my spine.
“Please,” I gasp.
He doesn’t move, only intensifies his movements.
True to his words, he doesn’t let up until I’ve come another time against his talented mouth and only when he’s licked every inch of my oversensitive skin, does he start to move up my body. Licking, sucking and biting his way as his hands pull the material of my shirt up. His hands wrap around my back and lift me slightly as he fingers the clasp on my bra. When it gives, he makes quick work of continuing his journey of hands and mouth until his teeth bite down on my right nipple.
The feeling of pleasurable pain makes me jolt and he gruffs out a laugh against my skin.
He takes his time rolling each of my nipples against his tongue. Nibbling softly and biting down hard as I arch and writhe under his touch.
“Thought about nothing but this for months, Megan. Since the last time I had your pussy choking my cock, this has been running through my mind. I wanted to take my time, go slow, make it good, but there will be nothing slow about this time, darlin’,” he says against my breast.
I say nothing, but squeak when his hands push under my pits and push me further back in his bed, allowing him the room to drop his knee between us.
“I need to fuck you, hard. ”
“Please,” I answer.
“When you come, you scream my name. When you called me Lee, fuck baby, felt it squeeze my balls so tight I could have come in my pants. Dig those heels in my spine, your nails in my shoulder, and you. Call. Me. Lee. ”
I gasp and try to nod. His eyes search mine for a beat and then he lifts, reaches over to the side of his bed and I watch as he rips a condom open and rolls the latex down his shaft.
When he’s done, his hands move until he’s holding me with his fingers wrapped around my neck and his thumbs resting against my throat.
“I didn’t want to give you an angry come, but it’s been b
I reach with an unsteady hand, between our bodies, and take his cock in my hand, running my fingers over the condom-covered skin until he groans.
“Now,” he demands and I stop teasing and move the tip of him where my body is weeping to be filled.
“Fuck,” he grinds out, his eyes never leaving mine.
His hands tighten slightly, not in a painful way, but the pressure against my throat makes me whimper just the same. The feeling of him holding me there while his body is heavy against mine works to have me climbing the high as my orgasm threatens again. And as he fills me in a bruising thrust that has the sound of his balls hitting my wet skin echoing out around us, my mouth drops and I cry out.
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“You’re soaking me, Megan. You want it harder?” he grunts against my lips.
I push my head up, his hands tighten against my throat and I feel another gush leave my body.
“Fucking love it when I’m rough? God, your pussy is so greedy for me. Just me,” he rambles and then crashes his mouth to mine.
His hips pound against mine and his mouth swallows each and every cry that leaves my mouth. He continues his bruising pace as his hands leave my neck, I instantly miss the pressure and let it be known with a low whine. He sucks my tongue in his mouth and dips one elbow in the mattress as his other hand glides down my body and up the leg that is wrapped tight around his back.
His mouth leaves mine and with his hand still on my leg, he demands, “Dig your heels in deep, baby. ”
I give him what he wants, but not because he told me to. I give him what he wants because when his hand leaves my leg and pushes into the mattress, bringing his body up he goes even deeper into my body and those heels push hard.
Just as he demanded earlier, my hands go to his shoulders on my own accord and as he takes my body hard, my nails dig in with my heels still pushing hard against the small of his back. Our eyes never leave each other’s probing gaze. Never once do I take my eyes away from his, so full of lust that I know there isn’t an ounce of control left in his body.
He drops his head and I lift up to meet him in a kiss so sweet it doesn’t match the powerful way that he’s taking my body. A kiss that gives me more than words ever could at this moment. His hips slow and as his tongue rolls against mine, his hips start to take me in slow, deep rolls. He doesn’t pull back, just rocks his hips against mine.
I push up and cry out when he slips even deeper.
His lips come from mine and his hooded eyes open a sliver. “Feels like heaven,” he says softly. “Everything, darlin’. Feels like everything. ”
He drops his head, his forehead, wet with sweat, and hits mine softly. Then he starts to move, slowly dragging his cock from my body before pushing back in even slower. Each thrust he takes, every pull back of his hips, bringing me closer to breaking into a million pieces.
My breath comes quickly, matching his pants above me. It’s building so high that I know the power of my release is going to tear me in two.
“I feel it,” I gasp. “I feel it, Lee. ”
“God, yes. ” His eyes close and he drops his body down so that he’s resting on his elbows, arms pushed under my shoulders, and my head in his palms. “Finally. ”
I feel tears leak from my eyes at the beauty of this moment and while I’m wide open for him in every way that counts, I push back against his hold and when I come, it isn’t Liam that I scream . . . it’s Lee. And the reward of this moment is when this big beautiful man, closes his eyes on a hard exhale and whispers my name like it’s the most precious thing he has ever experienced.
I WATCH AS MEGAN MOVES from my bathroom and walks through the dim lighting of my bedroom before her knee hits the mattress and she crawls up my body, before settling half on top of me and half on the bed. Her head hits my shoulder, her arm wrapping around my torso and her legs tangling with mine. She doesn’t speak and I give her the silence she needs. Her body is completely relaxed against mine. I take a deep breath as her fingers start to move against my chest in small circles.
Each circle her fingers take has me wondering where her thoughts are running to. I don’t worry because after what we just shared, I know there is no way she’s going to pull away this time. She let me in and fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
“My . . . Jack. Jack didn’t love me. I know he didn’t, but I was happy with him. He gave us a happy life. ”
My body goes solid at her words. The hand that had been resting lightly against her back jolting and pulling her tighter against me.
“He cared for me and he cared deeply, but it wasn’t love. The only love we ever shared was what we had as friends. Best friends all our lives. ” She takes a shuddered breath before her hand continues the circles against my skin. “He protected me. Made my life safe. Gave up everything he had, even his life, for that safety. Even knowing all of that, looking at what we had, it feels like the lie that it was now. I remember the happiness. I remember never regretting the path our lives took. But, looking back, all I can focus on is how I didn’t feel and a big part of that is the love we lacked as lovers. I hate feeling that. Hate it. It feels like I cheapened his life somehow. ”
“Darlin’,” I start and try to move her so I can see her eyes.
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“No. No, Lee. I need this,” she says and pushes her body even closer.
I keep my mouth shut and wait. I know she’s about to speak when those circles pick back up.
“I was seventeen when he managed to drag me to one of the parties the football team was famous for. He was my best friend and it hurt him that I was living a life full of nightmares. He wanted me to have fun. Get out of the house where my crackhead mom was passed out and my drunk of a father was doing his best job at drowning in a bottle. So I went, because I wanted to see what the big deal was. Why he had been begging me for so long to go with him. I figured what the hell, school was over the next week and we would finally be graduating. He would always say, ‘Megs, it’s a big world past this park. ’ Or ‘Megs, you just need to live a little. ’ He always saw the best in everything. He could see past the crappy trailer park we lived. Past the terrible parents, through the poor status of our financial lives, over the glooming fact that no one in either of our families had made anything of themselves. So, for him, I went and tried to see what he saw. ”
My body feels like it has cement flowing through my veins. Turning me into stone as each muscle pulls tight, bracing for her words but not daring to move while she is finally giving me the rest of her.
“We had been there for a few hours before he left me to run and pee. He hadn’t left my side once. Not because he felt like he had to stay, but because that’s just the type of friends we were. He wanted to share his excitement with everything he did with me. He was the life of the party and I was not. But for those few hours I had actually had fun. I got him. When he left me, he told me not to move, but the second he mentioned the bathroom it was like the floodgates opened and I needed to go right that second. He went through the back door and straight into the woods behind the house, and I . . . and I went down the dark hall like the stupid little girl I was. ”
Her hand stops and I know she’s lost in her memories.
I can see what’s coming even without the words. In my line of work this is a scene we see. Not a lot but too often to sit right. But even knowing what’s coming and being ready to hear it is two different things. I give her the only thing I can while I wait for those circles to continue against my skin. I tighten my hold and pull her as close against me as I can get.
And wait.
“Two guys I had never seen in my life got to me before I even got close to the bathroom. They were older, which wasn’t rare with those parties, for some of the college kids from the local community college to show. Twenty minutes later what little innocence I had left was gone as they took turns stripping it from me. They were smart, took me down to the basement where there was one of those soundproof rooms. Apparently the kid who lived there, his dad was some hot shot in the record business. Had his own recording studio, locked so tight it didn’t matter how hard I yelled for someone to save me. Jack found me. He missed them by seconds. I will never forget the look in his eyes as he picked me up and helped me leave the house without anyone seeing me. I know that cost him, taking care of me and not going after them. It cost him even more to keep that secret. One that no one, besides you now, him and those two men know. ”
“Darlin’, please,” I beg as a feeling of helplessness so strong takes hold.
“You need to know. I wish I could keep this from you, but I don’t want to start this with my ghost pulling me down anymore. ”
I nod, my chin rolling softly against her head.
She shifts and her body moves from my side until she’s draped across me completely. Her forearms rest against my chest and her tiny hands land on my face, her thumbs tracing my lips as she looks into my eyes.
“Molly isn’t Jack’s. ” Her voice, so small with those three words and I hold her eyes and wait for her to finish.
Giving her what she needs. It kills me to keep quiet and let her voice her pain. Fucking guts me. She needs this and all I can do is wrap my arms around her and wait it out.
“I have no clue who her father is, Lee. No clue,” she continues.
She closes her eyes and two tears roll down her cheeks. I bring my arms around from the hold I had on her and wipe them away, causing her to open her eyes again. I search her gaze and make sure she is holding strong. She gives me a small nod.
“After I was raped, I didn’t even consider the possibility. I wasn’t stupid, but I had been too busy healing the wounds they left on my soul that it didn’t even filter through. When I found out I was pregnant, Jack took charge. He wouldn’t listen to a word I said. He enlisted the next day and a week later we were married. He knew, God he knew, if he left me there I would rot. And, Lee, I would have. He gave up everything for me. He had a full ride playing football and he was so good. He gave it all up to marry his best friend because he felt responsible for what happened to me. ”
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