Hacked by Love, Part 3

by Sharon Cummin

  “Not a word,” I warned her, as I grabbed one of her wrists, lifted it, and tied it to my headboard.

  I walked around my bed to the other side and did the same with her other wrist. Then I took a step back and looked over the sexiest sight I'd ever seen in my life.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I asked in a soft voice.

  I watched her knees come together and her thighs squeeze tight. She was into it. My girl was ready and waiting for everything I was going to give her. Wait! What? I turned away from her for a minute. My hand went straight to my hair.

  “Lance,” she whispered.

  “Get your shit together,” I whispered to myself. It was sex. That was all. There was no way I was going to ruin what we'd just started.

  When I turned back around, my tongue moved across my lip. Her nipples were both calling out to me. They needed attention, and I was just the man to give it to them. I crawled onto the bed and winked before going down and sucking her nipple hard. She let out a yelp, and I couldn't stop from smiling. My hand went to her other breast and gave it a squeeze before rolling that nipple between my fingers. When my teeth scraped against the nipple in my mouth, her back arched, and she cried out. Her knees held tight together, and her eyes closed.

  “If I slid my hand between your legs, would you be wet for me?” I asked.

  She made the sexiest sound, but she didn't answer. My hand moved from her breast down her stomach. When it came to a stop just above the tiny patch of hair, I wanted to taste her again.

  “Open,” I demanded, and she instantly let her legs go and opened them. “Wider.”

  She did as I asked which made me want to satisfy her that much more. My fingers slid down, and she was wet. Not just wet but dripping for me. I could feel her juices running down between her ass cheeks. My cock felt like it was going to explode instantly.

  “Have you been tied up before, Lauren?” I asked.

  “Never,” she said.

  “Do you like it?” I asked, but she didn't answer. “Do you like it?”

  “Mmmm,” was all I heard.

  “I'm going to make you come again,” I said. “And again.”

  “Mmmm,” came from her again.

  “How do you want to come next?” I asked.

  Her eyes opened and connected with mine.

  “Answer me,” I said.

  “I don't know,” she whispered.

  If I didn't know better, I'd have thought she was shy. It wasn't true, I knew that for sure. The way her mouth spouted off before she thought about her words, and the way she'd been when I'd been with her before told me so.

  “You've already come on my fingers,” I said, as I brought one my fingers that had just been soaked by her up to my mouth and sucked it. “This time, it's going to be on my tongue.”

  She moved to close her legs, but I moved my hand down to stop her.

  “Maybe I should have gotten a different bed,” I said. “Then I could have tied your ankles to it too.”

  When her legs and ass squirmed, I knew my words were bringing her closer to the edge.

  “You like that idea, don't you?” I asked.

  She turned her face away from me, but I caught her chin and brought it back.

  “When I bought this bed, it was you I thought about,” I said without thinking.

  My finger began circling her clit. With my other hand, I rolled one of her nipples between my fingers.

  “Do you tie every woman up?” she asked shyly, almost like she was afraid to hear my answer.

  “Never,” I answered honestly. “I've never wanted to before you.”

  Her chest moved forward against my fingers, and her legs moved to close again, but I shook my head.

  “Open,” I said.

  I slid my finger down and squeezed her nipple when I thrust my finger into her. Her head went back, her eyes squeezed shut, and her bottom lip went between her teeth. I could see her biting down on it, but I didn't want that. I wanted to hear my name come from those lips. I leaned down and moved my tongue around her other nipple, as I added another finger down below. Her hips began meeting each thrust of my fingers, and her hands were pulling against there restraints to get to me. It was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever experienced. Her back was arched, and her breasts were moving as close to my hand and mouth as they could get. When her nipple was as hard as I could possibly get it, I sucked it hard, pinched the other, and thrust my fingers in deep. She pulled hard on her arms and cried out as her entire body shook with pleasure. I loved feeling her pussy pulse around my fingers. When her body finally settled, I sat back and looked down at her. It was the most beautiful sight in the world. No joke.

  I moved lower on the bed and lifted her legs, and her eyes shot open.

  “Lance,” she gasped, as she shook her head. “I can't.”

  “That wasn't my tongue,” I said, as I put her legs over my shoulders and dove down with my mouth.

  I wasn't giving her one second to object. With her ass lifted high, I was able to reach every part of her. Seeing her wrists pulling to get free only made me harder, not that that was possible. My cock felt like it was going to shoot off in my pants, but I wasn't about to stop. When my tongue entered her, her hips pushed back against me. I waited to touch her with my fingers until I knew she was close. When my finger rubbed her clit, she cried out and came so hard around my tongue.

  “Fuck,” she whimpered, when her body began to relax again.

  I let her legs down gently onto the bed. Part of me wanted to be so damn rough with her, but another part of me wanted to take care of her. Not just make her come, but care for her body. It was something I'd never felt before. It wasn't just about getting off. It was so different than that.

  When her eyes finally opened, I stood and removed my pants. Her eyes were on my hands the whole time. I slid my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and slowly began to move them down. When my cock sprang free and was hard as steel, her eyes widened, and I didn't miss her tongue moving over her lips. When I wrapped my hand around my dick and began to stroke it, her knees went together and her wrists pulled to break free.

  “Do you want this?” I asked, as my eyes moved toward my cock for a second, and she nodded. “Where do you want it?”

  When she licked her lips again, I almost lost it.

  “Lauren,” I said.

  “My mouth,” she whispered.

  “You want to suck it?” I asked, and she nodded again.

  I crawled up the bed and straddled her with my dick just inches from her face. When she pulled against her wrists and they didn't break free, she let out a growl.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  Then I closed the gap between her mouth and me. Her tongue darted out and circled my tip. Then her lips opened and wrapped around it. I moved forward, into her mouth, little by little until I felt my cock tap the back of her throat. Then I stopped to let her adjust to me. She sucked in hard, and I let out a moan. I pulled all the way out to her lips and thrust back in again. I felt her legs move and looked back to see them clenched tightly together. Then I looked down at her tied to my bed with my cock in her mouth. I pulled out and thrust in again, and she moaned. The vibration in her throat had me moaning too. I put my hands on the top of the headboard, pulled out, and then fucked her mouth. I let my head fall back for a second, closed my eyes, and felt the pleasure. She was taking all of me, and it was so damn sexy.

  I felt like I was going to explode, so I pulled out of her mouth. She gave me a strange look, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her worry away. She hadn't done a damn thing wrong. Actually, she was fucking perfect.

  “While I'd love to come down your throat, on those soft lips, or all over those sexy breasts, I want your pussy more,” I said, and she moaned.

  I felt it in my dick, and I wasn't even touching her.

  “I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, Lauren. There's no way I'm holding back.”

  I leaned over, opened a drawer on my night
stand, grabbed the packet, ripped it open, and rolled the condom over my cock. Then I moved back and between her legs. I lifted them and spread them wide. Then I watched, as I lined my cock up and thrust into her.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “So fucking tight.”

  I pulled back and thrust into her hard. Her hands were pulling again, and her hips were moving in rhythm with mine. Her moans turned into cries as I watched from above while I fucked her. There were so many things I wanted to do with her.

  I let go of her legs and leaned forward. I needed her soft lips against mine. When I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, she whimpered. My tongue dove into her mouth, and I was lost.

  “So fucking sexy,” I said when I released her so we could catch our breath. I continued moving in and out of her at a slow pace. “There are so many things I want to do with you.”

  Her hips thrust forward against mine, but I wasn't speeding up.

  “I could fuck you for hours and never get enough,” I said. “I want so badly to fuck you softly, but then I want to take you so hard that you feel me for days. I want to spank your ass for every cocky thing you've ever said or done to me. Then I want to pull you up on all fours while I wrap my hand in your hair and fuck you so damn hard. Every time I close my eyes, I think about being buried balls deep inside of you. When you leave here tomorrow, I want you to feel me. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

  She pulled hard against her wrists again. Her hips continued to thrust forward hard. When I didn't move faster, she wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her heals into my ass. I smiled down at her but didn't change my pace.

  “Lance,” she whimpered.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “Please,” she said.

  “What?” I asked innocently, as I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it, releasing it with a loud pop.

  I heard the rumble in her chest and smiled.

  “So sexy,” I said.

  “Lance,” she snapped with less patience.

  “Lauren,” I said, and continued moving inside of her.

  “Please,” she said again.

  It was taking all I had not to fuck her so damn hard.

  “What is it you want?” I asked as innocently as possible while barely holding back.

  “You,” she moaned.

  “Me?” I asked.

  “I'm begging you,” she said.

  “Just say the words, Lauren,” I said. “I want to hear them come from those luscious lips of yours.”

  “Lance,” she said harsher than before.

  I narrowed my eyes but continued at the same pace.

  “Please,” she begged.

  I continued.

  “Fuck,” she growled out.

  I kept going.

  “Fuck me,” she snapped. “Fuck me right now.”

  I leaned down, claimed her mouth with mine, and did as she asked. I pulled out and thrust in hard and fast.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Keep going. Please.”

  I pulled out and fucked her even harder.

  “So good,” she moaned against my lips.

  I grabbed her ass in my hand, lifted, and reached a place deep inside of her. Her moans were mixing with mine. The sweat from my body was dripping down on hers. There was no holding back. I was going to make damn sure she felt me while she was taking that drive back home, back to whoever was waiting for her. I let every bit of feeling I had out while I fucked her hard. Every bit of jealousy for whoever it was that held her heart. Every bit of need I had not knowing if I'd ever be with her again. I let it all out. She came hard around my cock. When I finally let go, I came harder than I ever had in my life.

  My body fell down on top of hers. I had to catch my breath before I moved. When I got up, her eyes were closed. I quietly hurried to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag. When I began to wipe between her legs, she moaned.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Perfect,” she said.

  I reached up to untie one wrist. Then I rubbed it.

  “When I untie you, you're going to snuggle that sweet ass in against me and sleep. Do you hear me?” I asked. “Do not run from me again.”

  “I couldn't move if I wanted to,” she said in a sleepy voice.

  “Good,” I said. “I like it that way.”

  Then I untied her other wrist. She turned to her side, and I crawled in behind her, pulling the covers over us. My arm moved around her and pulled her close. I'd made sure my door was locked, and I had the monitor on so I'd hear Jilly if she woke up. I always slept light when she was over.

  Lauren turned in my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder, and her fingers moved lazily up and down my chest.

  “You're really good to your niece,” she said softly.

  “I love that little shit,” I said.

  “Your family is so close,” she said. “I see why you have no filter.”

  “What?” I asked her, as my finger rubbed along her shoulder.

  “They all say what they think,” she answered.

  “Is that bad?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. “I'd much rather have honesty than a bunch of lies.”

  Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. I thought she'd fallen asleep.

  “I'm really sorry about all the shit I've given you over the years,” she said, and I was shocked.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “Honestly, it helped me.”

  “How?” I asked.

  “I can't explain it right now,” she answered. “I just want you to know that I never meant to torture you. I liked thinking someone was there on the other side of those messages. I came here to call a truce.”

  “You didn't come for my dick?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood for her.

  “No,” she said.

  “Seriously?” I asked mocking shock.

  “I know you want this job,” she said. “So do I. I haven't been able to concentrate for one second since the very beginning. All I do is worry that you're ahead of me. It's fucking with my head. I really need this. I'm not even sure I can do it, but I need to give it my all.”

  “You're the one messing with me,” I said.

  “I know it,” she said, pushing to get up.

  “You going to run before I even fall asleep this time?” I asked in a serious tone.

  “I'm going to the couch,” she said.

  She stood up and put the clothes I'd given her to sleep in on.

  “Stay here,” I said.

  I got up and pulled on boxers and sweats.

  “Please,” I said.

  “Fine,” she said.

  Then she got back in the bed but made sure to face away from me.

  “I'll delete your number from my phone,” she said.

  I couldn't help the feeling it gave me when she turned away.

  “Keep it,” I said. “Add it to your list of numbers. You seem to have a pretty good collection.”

  “Lance,” she whispered.

  “I'll agree to your truce,” I said, cutting her off.

  “Truce,” she whispered. “I'm still going to win.”

  “We'll see about that,” I said, as I turned to face her.

  I wanted to wrap my arms around her, but I knew if I did, she'd be out of there. As I watched her fall asleep, I couldn't help myself from wondering who she was. Beneath the hacker, the smart mouth, the competition. Who was the real Lauren?

  Chapter 11

  Lauren

  When I opened my eyes, I saw a bit of light coming in through the curtain. I slid out of bed as quietly as I could. When I stood up, my body ached. My arms were sore, my legs felt wobbly, and I swear it felt like he was still inside of me. I quickly got dressed, grabbed his shirt that I'd worn, and looked down at him while he slept. He was seriously the sexiest sight to see. I couldn't believe the relaxed man in the bed was the same man that had me begging to be fucked the night before. For a second, I thought about tying him to the bed an
d having my way with him. Then I felt the soreness between my legs and knew that I needed to go.

  I grabbed a piece of paper from his counter and wrote a quick note. I didn't want him to think I was running from him. Was I running from him, I wondered? Of course not. I needed to get home. I wasn't supposed to be gone all night. Grandma didn't care, but I hadn't told Jackson I wasn't going to be home. I didn't like leaving without telling him exactly when I'd be back. I think that was more for me than it was for him. I left the note on the counter where I knew he'd see it right away.

  Lance,

  I had to leave early so I could get back home. I didn't want Jillian to see me here in the morning. I'm not sure her mother would approve of that. Thank you for agreeing to a truce. Good luck! You're going to need it.

  Lauren

  I grabbed everything I'd brought, along with his shirt, and left.

  I thought about Lance and his family the entire drive home. They were something else. I was still so shocked that his father was the old, retired ballplayer. Then there was Scott and James. None of them were like I thought they would be. If I would have guessed, I would have thought that they were cocky and thought they were better than everyone else. That wasn't the case at all. The cocky part was spot on, but they didn't act different or special. Scott had even made the comment himself that they weren't. There were so many of them, and they loved each other deeply. I wasn't used to that. I had my grandma and was so damn glad that she'd never bailed on me. Even when I'd done something to make her think less of me, she didn't. Instead, she supported me the whole way.

  Lances' parents popped into my mind. They loved each other so much. After all those years, they were still so deeply in love. I wanted that for myself one day. Would I ever have it? Was my mom right? If she was, I'd still have my son. He was worth giving up anything for. I couldn't help the sad feeling at never having that special love Lucy and Lance's dad had though. Seeing Lance's reaction when I asked him if he had a child made me think that my mom could be right. I loved my son with all my heart, why couldn't someone else love him too? When I had him, I was in a rough spot in my life. Was it really that bad? As sad as the thought of not being loved made me feel, knowing that I was going to hug my boy made me happy.