Restraint (Heaven Hill Generations Book 5)

by Laramie Briscoe

  It’s heaven and hell at the same time. I want him to do more, but I’m experiencing so many new feelings right now, I’m not sure how to process them.

  “You smell good,” he whispers, his teeth catching on the strap of my bra.

  For a minute I allow myself to wonder what it would be like if he removed it with his mouth. The erotic slowness of a seduction I’ve always wanted, but never had.

  “I smell like you.” I grip the back of his neck, when he presses at my ass, pulling me closer.

  “Nah, Justice, you smell like arousal and innocence. A lethal combination.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Caelin

  I’ve never had an issue holding myself back, but with her. It’s there, the desire to do whatever I want, consequences be damned. The only thing stopping me is how much I respect her, and how far she’s wormed herself into the fabric of who I am.

  My hands at her waist lift upward of their own accord, needing to feel the soft heat of her skin, the way it ripples as I go higher and higher. My knuckles snag on the fabric of her shirt, pushing it, along with my resistance up to her ribs.

  Superhuman strength allows me to pry my lips from her shoulder. We face one another, both breathing hard.

  “Can I?”

  Most of the time, I’m an “ask for forgiveness, instead of permission” guy, but this is extenuating circumstances.

  She rolls her lips in between her teeth, making them appear even pinker than they already are. I try not to notice the drunk expression in her eyes and the bee-stung fullness of her mouth.

  “Yeah.” She nods her head, bashfulness making her face pink.

  So fucking slowly, I lift it up and over, trying to let her get accustomed to my gaze. When I toss it behind her, I allow myself to look at everything I’ve always wanted to.

  Her skin is darker than my legs, thanks to the time she and Harley spend at the club pool, but this is different. Instead of the tank tops or modest bikinis she wears, the bra covering her tits leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Lace cups the mounds that I swear are more than a handful. Justice is blessed with a rack I’ve tried not to notice for far too long.

  “I never noticed this before.” A tattoo on her side, right below where the band of her bra sits.

  “Yeah.” She grins. “Harley and I got them when we turned eighteen, but we didn’t want Mom and Dad to see.”

  “What does it say?” I cock my head to the side to read the script.

  “’To infinity’… and Harley has ...’and beyond’ in the same spot on her. We loved Toy Story as kids.” She shrugs.

  “I like it.”

  “We wanted something important to us.”

  Leaning over, I sneak in, kissing the script. “Then it’s important to me.”

  Slowly I move my hands to the edges of her bra, hooking my fingers between her skin and the lace. Even slower, I tug on it, pulling it down so that the straps come to her elbows and fabric slightly gives way enough for me to pull it below her flesh.

  Her chest slowly takes on a red hue.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” She nods. “I want so badly to bring my arm up, no one’s ever seen me like this before.” Her answer hits me in the gut. I’ve been entrusted with such a gift. “But I need to be comfortable with you.”

  “Only if you really are,” I assure her.

  “Can I close my eyes?”

  A dark chuckle escapes my lips. “Whatever you need to do. We can go to my bedroom, close the door and blinds, encase ourselves in the faint light that’ll get in, and do whatever we want to.”

  “We can?” Her eyes show such relief, I stand up, holding her to me.

  “We can do whatever we want to.” When we get there, I place her on her feet, before shutting the door and then walking over to the blinds. I have blackouts, because I do sleep during the day when I’ve had to work late into the night on projects. There’s very little light, so I leave them open just a smidge, so we can see one another. “Is this okay for you?”

  The smile is in her voice when she answers. “Much better.”

  I have a seat on the bed, taking my socks off, before motioning her to me. When she doesn’t move, I realize she can’t see it. “C’mere.” I hold my hand out, waiting for her to take it.

  Her fingertips brush mine, and I pull her close, needing to feel her body next to me. “Caelin,” she whispers, blindly bending down to fuse our lips together.

  Here, in this space, Justice is bolder. She takes control of the kiss, holding onto my neck, dipping in deeper when we might pull away. I take a breath from her lungs, daring not to break this fusion of souls. Together we work in tandem to bring her astride my lap again.

  Her lips pull away from mine. “Please, Caelin, touch me.”

  It’s the only thing I need to hear. Bringing my hands up to her shoulders, I let her drop back against my hold. The trust she shows in the way her head hangs back is enough to make me feel like the baddest asshole alive. With as much patience as I can muster, I hitch my chin up so that I’m level with the distended nipple. In the low light, I can see it, begging for my touch.

  “Are you just gonna look at it?”

  Chuckling, I form my mouth into a circle and blow on it slightly, watching as it tightens in response. Her fingernails dig into my neck, and that’s when I give her my tongue, slashing at it with all the pent-up desire I’ve kept in check for way too long.

  “Ohmigod,” she groans, thrusting her chest deeper into my mouth.

  Before I can stop myself, I give her my teeth and lips. Slightly biting before sucking hard against the turgid flesh. Quickly, I realize I can’t keep my balance this way. I turn us over so that she’s lying on the bed, me beside her, stretched out so that I can take my time and introduce her to the kind of lover I am.

  My thigh makes room between hers, allowing me to bring it up against her core.

  “Shit…” she breathes when I press against her warmth.

  “Yeah?” I pull back, pushing myself up on my forearms. “You okay?”

  Her eyes open, staring at me wildly through the shadows. Those thighs of hers spread further apart and she grips at my forearm with her fingers. “I’m on fire,” she accuses. “Feel like I’m going to burn to the fucking ground, Caelin. What are you doing to me?”

  Fucking proud of myself, I go back to her tits, using a hand to manipulate the flesh as my mouth pulls on the puckered tip. A slight buzz in the back of my throat is the only thing I allow to commemorate the fact I was right about her tits being more than a handful.

  Grinding my knee into her pussy, I go back and forth between hard and fast as I continue to pleasure her. Words start flying out of her mouth, and I do my best to hear what she’s saying.

  “Feels so good, I never knew it would feel so good,” she whispers, starting to thrust into my knee. “Never like this when I touch myself.”

  My cock jumps at attention, forcing me to let her nipple go with a loud noise. “You touch yourself?”

  She tucks her chin down against her chest in order to look at me. “Who doesn’t?”

  “Most people don’t admit to it.”

  She pushes against my hard-length at her stomach. “Seems as though you liked me admitting to it.”

  “God,” I groan. “More than you know. What do you want me to do, Justice? Would you like to get yourself off, or do you want me to do it?”

  Both have their merits for me. I’d love to watch her uninhibited as I bring her to the edge and over, but then again there’s a part of me that would love to see her wring one out.

  “You,” she answers with no hesitation. “Give me the first one I’ve never given myself.”

  That’s a tall order, and one I don’t take lightly. “Let’s get these off.” I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, carefully sliding them down her thighs and off her body.

  “What about you?” Her fingers try to go to mine, but I intercept them, pressing them into the be
d, above her head.

  “Right now, this is about you, and my cock needs to stay in my pants.”

  “Is that what you call it?” She grins. “Your...cock?”

  Even her saying the word sends a shiver of awareness down my spine. “Yes, it’s my cock. Sometimes it’s a dick, but no matter what’s going on, it’s always yours.”

  Her eyes flare with surprising possession. “Mine, huh?”

  “Always yours. Just like this” - I bring my hand down to cup her pussy - “is mine.”

  “Yes.” She punches her head back into the comforter. “Please? Touch me.”

  I don’t have to be asked twice. She’s hot and slick as I press my hand back and forth over her light thatch of hair. For just a moment, I allow her to get used to me touching her, before I flick my middle finger against her clit.

  “Right there,” she whispers.

  “Is this usually how you touch yourself?” I ask, my mouth at her ear. “Do you ever use your fingers inside you?”

  She shakes her head. “They’ve always left me wanting more.”

  “I promise, I’ll never leave you wanting more.”

  Bringing my index and middle finger up to my mouth, I twirl my tongue around, getting them nice and wet before I go back down to the heat between Justice’s legs. Once there, I slowly press them inside her, testing the tightness, stopping when it gets to be too much.

  “It hurts a little.” Frustration makes her voice strain.

  Dipping my head back down to her chest, I go to work against her tits, using what I’ve learned to get her to relax. My thumb caresses her clit, and lubrication coaxes my way inside her.

  “Oh, Caelin.” She grabs at my shirt, fisting it in between her fingers. “Right there.”

  I don’t stop, I keep going at a steady pace, pushing her toward what I hope is an orgasm she’ll remember for the rest of her life. Pulling my fingers back, she chases them, sucking me in deeper. Needing to catch my breath for a second, I release her, glancing up at her face. “Feel good, baby?”

  “You’ve never called me baby before.” She smiles foolishly.

  “Hang on then, while we work on getting done, I’m probably gonna call you a whole lotta things I’ve never called you.”

  With a hiss, she presses harder, forcing my fingers farther into her.

  “Be careful,” I caution. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

  “I just…” she groans. “It’s right there, Caelin. Right there. I want it so bad.”

  “Close your eyes.” I put my mouth at her ear again, speaking for only us. “Imagine I’m inside you, your legs wrapped around my waist as I plunge in and press out. God, it’ll feel so fucking amazing. My dick growing and lengthening to accommodate what you need. Would you like that? The fullness of me inside you?”

  “Yes.” She presses her feet flat onto the bed, using the leverage to increase the speed.

  “And we’d go faster, so fast.”

  “The headboard in my bedroom would bang against the wall instead of Harley’s,” she breathes as she chases what she wants.

  I almost laugh, but her pussy contracts, squeezing my fingers and she comes with a groan that goes straight to my cock. It jumps against the seam of my boxer-briefs as she pulses forward, and then falls back onto the bed, chest heaving, skin flushed.

  Her heart hammers so hard, I can hear it from where I am. A loud giggle bursts from deep in her stomach.

  “You okay?”

  “Is that?” She wipes at her face. ”Is that how it feels with someone else? No wonder Harley and Bishop are at this all the time.”

  Adjusting so that I’m not squishing my erection, I lay back beside her. “Yeah.” I smile at her exuberance. “That’s what it feels like.”

  She reaches for the flesh tenting the material of my boxer-briefs, but I grab her hand before she can. “That was for you, we’ll worry about me later.”

  Her bottom lip comes out, a pout like I’ve never seen. “I wanna worry about you now.”

  The truth is, I’m not sure if I can remain a gentleman if I let her touch me, and that’s what I tell her.

  “Then do it yourself.” She turns facing me, propping herself up on her elbow. “Show me.”

  “It’ll take like zero point two seconds.” A strangled noise works its way from my throat.

  “Who cares, Caelin. I wanna see you.” She reaches for the waistband of my underwear. “Let me see you.”

  I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to deny her anything, and even though it’s a bad idea, I push my boxer briefs down, allowing my dick room to breathe.

  She inhales loudly. “It’s big.”

  “Thanks,” I smirk, gazing over at her.

  She rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean. Can I touch it?”

  It weeps as I think about her touching me, a pearl of precum drips over the side. “Better not right now, but do you care if I?” I make a motion with my hand.

  “Only if I get to watch.”

  “Blink and you’ll miss it, babe. Better watch with your eyes open.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Justice

  I’ve never had a front row seat to anything like this, and he’s got all my attention, whether he wants it or not.

  Everything I see, I try to make a note of.

  How he pushes his shirt over his stomach and then rubs his hand down his abdomen, before going straight for the length almost at his belly-button. It leaves a trail of moisture in its wake as he moves his hand up and down, giving it a pump.

  “Feel good?” I ask, because the stillness and quiet of the room is disconcerting for me. Not when I just had my first orgasm given to me by something other than my own hand.

  “Yeah.” He tilts his head back into the comforter, pressing his pelvis up into his fisted fingers, then pulling back.

  Such strength and force. I wonder what it’ll feel like inside of me, pushing past the barrier that I’ve kept just for him. It’s almost enough to make me have another orgasm, but I hold back, wanting to see how he handles himself.

  Tattooed forearm taut and sexy as hell as he grips his length tightly. Sliding up and down against the slippery skin. Between my thighs there’s an unquenched lust still hiding there in the background, wishing it could be satisfied in the way it was a few seconds ago. Glancing up at his face, I notice the way he’s got his teeth bared, like a beast barely holding back.

  A restraint he’s obviously fighting as he makes a noise in the back of his throat.

  “What can I do to help you?” I scoot closer, dropping my head to his shoulder, my lips to his ear. The way he did with me.

  “Bite my neck, my ear. Suck on the skin. Mark me.”

  All of these words are said on short puffs of air. Little pieces of energy stolen from the task at hand.

  Following his lead has never been so empowering. I haven’t allowed myself to be all in with another guy in my life. I’ve barely even kissed anyone besides Caelin, but he’s given me permission.

  To bite.

  To suck.

  To mark.

  I do all of the above as I dive in and go to work at the tight tendon of his throat leading to his ear. Laying halfway on his chest, I can feel the movement of his hand, jacking his cock (I try the word in my head) back and forth. It’s making a slapping noise in the room, turning me on as much as he did when his attention was focused on me.

  Snagging his earlobe, I suck it in between my teeth and then lightly bite down before sweeping my tongue across it.

  “Yes, fucking yes,” he moans, seemingly to be lost in his pleasure.

  Exactly what I wanted.

  Trailing down to where shoulder and neck meet, I suck. Hoping to leave my mark behind. Wanting anyone who looks at him to know I have a claim. He isn’t up for grabs.

  “Yes,” he heaves. “Mark me. Have me go to work tomorrow wearing your brand.”

  His voice is dark, deep, and full of promise as I continue working the small amount of real estate he’ll let
me have carte blanche with. It isn’t nearly enough, but it’ll have to do.

  There’s a shift in the room, and I can tell he’s about to come.

  His breathing gets faster, his nose flaring as he pants. The rhythm with which he’s been stroking himself falters. No longer is it a steady beat against his pelvic muscles. It’s lost its finesse as he moves up and down at a mindless pace.

  And his neck, it strains. Almost as if it’s equally trying to get closer, or farther away from me.

  That’s when I hear it.

  “Jus.” A guttural sound that causes my nipples to peak. “I’m gonna come.”

  If asked later on, I’ll swear I don’t know why I do this, other than I want to have a piece of him I’ve never had before. Without a second though, I move my hand down his body, and palm the tip of his length, caressing it as he grunts and groans, inhaling deeply as I feel warm liquid splash against it.

  “Oh fuck.” He stops moving completely, chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.

  I don’t know what to do with my hand, so I let it caress him, amazed when he jumps in my hand.

  “You don’t know what you’re dealing with there, Jus, but I’ll allow it for now.”

  As I memorize the tight, sticky skin, I realize I want to know. Not only this, but everything else.

  His taste.

  His preferences.

  And how it feels when he finishes inside me.

  Little Justice Walker is gone, and in her place is a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Justice

  “Why do you look so bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning? Have fun with Caelin?”

  Typically I tell Harley everything. There’s no secret too small or too big to bestow upon her, but this one? It feels like both of those. So, for the first time, I hold it in. “Yeah, we had sushi and hung out.”

  Her eyebrows draw together, seeming to try and figure out if I’m telling her the truth or not. “You hung out?”