Hacked by Love, Part 3

by Sharon Cummin

  When I was thoroughly cleaned, I picked up the soap and began cleaning him. I started at his shoulders and made sure to take my time to feel every inch of him. I turned him around and massaged his back as I moved my hands down. Then I spent a little extra time on his ass too. When I turned him around so the water could run over his back, I noticed he was just as relaxed as I had been. I cleaned his arms inch by inch before moving to his chest, down to his stomach, and then to his cock. When I wrapped my hand around him tight and began moving up and down him, I heard his breath catch. My other hand cupped his balls and began cleaning them.

  “Lauren,” he mumbled.

  “I'm just making sure you're clean,” I said, as he went hard as steel in my hand.

  I pushed him back under the water and rinsed all the soap from him, never taking my hand from his cock.

  “Lauren,” he said again.

  “Rinsing you thoroughly,” I said.

  When I pulled him back out of the water, it continued running down his back. I looked down at his cock and then back up into his sexy, dark eyes that were watching me. When I slowly went down on my knees, he shook his head. I kept my eyes on his as I leaned in and licked him from his base to his tip. I could see his chest moving with deeper breaths and knew there was no way I was letting him stop me. My tongue swirled around him, and I heard him moan. Then I spread my lips around him and took him into my mouth.

  “Lauren,” he moaned. “Up here.”

  I shook my head and moved him deeper into my mouth. When he touched the back of my throat, I stopped and heard him moan again. My hands went to the back of his legs. I pulled back and then filled my mouth with him again.

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  Then I sucked him hard and felt his body tighten. I moved him in and out of my mouth slowly for a bit before speeding up and sucking him harder.

  “So good, baby,” he said before wrapping his hand in my hair and guiding me. “Have to get up.”

  I shook my head no.

  “Lauren,” he warned, as he tugged my hair to pull me from him.

  I shook my head no again and stayed right where I was.

  “If you don't get up, I'm going to fill your cocky mouth with cum.”

  I smiled around him and shrugged.

  “That's what you want, isn't it?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “You want me to fuck your mouth just like I did your pussy,” he said.

  I nodded again.

  “You want me to fill your throat with me,” he said. “You want to swallow every drop, don't you?”

  I nodded as I moaned around his cock. There was something about the way he talked that had me so damn wet myself. I took one hand from his leg and moved it down between my legs. When I touched my clit, I knew he was watching me.

  “Fucking perfect,” he said, as he wrapped his hand tighter in my hair and began moving me up and down his cock. “Rub your clit, baby. Are you wet for me? Does sucking my cock turn you on?”

  I nodded and sucked hard around him. He started moving me over him faster and hitting the back of my throat each time.

  “Suck it, baby,” he said with a moan. “Suck me hard.”

  His words only turned me on more and my fingers began moving faster over my clit. When I moaned around his cock, I felt his legs shake.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. You on your knees, with my cock in your mouth, and your fingers on your clit is the sexiest fucking sight.”

  He continued moving in and out of my throat. Then his free hand went up against the wall.

  “Fuck yourself,” he said. “I want your fingers buried deep inside my pussy. You're going to come around them while you swallow me.”

  I moved my fingers lower and did as he said. I moaned around his cock when I thrust two fingers inside myself and began moving them in and out.

  “Fuck, baby,” he said, as his eyes were on me. “Move them fast and deep. Suck me, Lauren. I'm going to fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”

  I moaned again.

  “You like that?” he asked. “Oh, baby.”

  I moved my fingers out and back in again while I sucked him.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “So sexy. When I'm done with your mouth, I'm going to get between those sweet thighs and fuck you with my tongue. Then I'm going to spank that ass and fuck you hard for not listening when I told you to get off your knees.”

  My fingers began moving faster inside of me, and my grip on the back of his leg tightened. He held the back of my head and fucked my mouth deep and fast. His head fell back and his moans filled the air around us.

  “Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “I need you with me. Fuck my pussy hard.”

  I moved my fingers faster and was moaning around his cock. His breathing was fast and deep, and I felt his leg tighten in my grip. When he called out my name and stilled in my throat, I came hard around my fingers. He filled my mouth, and I swallowed every bit of him as I rode out my own orgasm. When I pulled him from my mouth, I licked him clean. He reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet. Then he grabbed my wrist, brought my fingers to his mouth, and sucked them.

  He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. When he grabbed a towel, I stepped out behind him and reached over to grab my own, but he caught my wrist and shook his head. Then he started at my shoulders and dried me completely.

  “In the bed,” was all he said, as he turned me, pulled the towel from me, and smacked my ass. “I'll be right there.”

  When he walked into the room, I couldn't help but watch his naked body. He walked to the end of the bed, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me roughly until my ass was barely on the edge. Then he dropped to his knees, spread my legs wide, and licked his lips.

  “Does this mean I get to watch you touch yourself too?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, as he leaned forward and licked me.

  I nodded.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, as he licked me again.

  “I'll tell you what I'm going to do,” he said, making sure to lick me in between his words. “I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you come all over it. Then I'm going to stand above you, hold my cock in my hand, and stroke it hard while I watch your fingers play with my pussy.”

  He was barely touching me with his tongue, and I was ready to come. The man could make dirty sound so fucking hot. I couldn't wait to see his hand wrapped around his cock. Just the thought had me ready to explode.

  “Then I'm going to watch your fingers move in and out of you while I stand above you with your eyes glued to my hand and my cock. When I come all over those sexy breasts, you're going to come so damn hard around your fingers. Don't forget, I'm going to have my hands on that ass. It's going to be red with my print on it.”

  I felt my legs quiver, and I knew he felt it too.

  “Definitely my dirty girl,” he said. “You're so fucking wet right now. I bet when I thrust my tongue inside this sweet pussy, you're going to come so damn hard.”

  “Lance,” I whimpered.

  “Yes, baby,” he said.

  “Fuck,” I moaned.

  My hands grabbed tight on the sheets and my head fell back. I was moving against his mouth and needed his tongue inside of me.

  “Please,” I cried out.

  He thrust his tongue into me, and my back came off the bed as my hips thrust forward against his mouth. I came around his tongue hard. He moved inside of me until my body fell back down against the bed. When he pulled back, he had the most satisfying smile on his face.

  When he got to his feet, his cock was as hard as steel. I wanted to touch him, but I wanted to see his hand wrapped around it even more. He stood still as he looked down at me. Then he took a step out causing my legs to spread with his. He was watching my face the entire time, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began moving up and down his shaft.

  “Fuck,” I moan
ed.

  My nipples instantly hardened, as I watched him stroke himself. It was seriously the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

  “Your turn,” he said with a smile.

  I tried to keep my eyes connected with his, but I couldn't do it. I had to watch him.

  “Touch your nipples,” he said.

  I was hesitant at first, but it didn't take long. The second he released his cock, my fingers were on my nipples. Excitement shot through me when he wrapped his hand back around his shaft.

  “Roll them between your fingers,” he said, and I followed exactly what he said.

  I'd do whatever it took to keep his hand wrapped around his cock. I wanted to watch him come at his own hand. It was something I'd not seen before, and it already had me dripping wet again.

  My nipples were tight and so damn sensitive by the time he spoke again.

  “Move one hand down and play with your clit,” he said, and I did.

  I couldn't help but lick my lips when I saw the sexiest drop come from his tip.

  “You want that, don't you,” he said, and I nodded.

  Then his finger moved over it. When he leaned forward and stuck his finger in my mouth, I sucked it hard. I didn't miss it when he began to move a bit faster over his cock. He stood back up and looked down at my body.

  “Move your other hand down,” he said, and I did. “Fuck yourself.”

  I looked at him with wide eyes for a second.

  “Now, baby,” he said. “I can't hold out much longer. It's so damn sexy the way you're looking at my cock like you want to suck it again. Fingers in my pussy now.”

  I thrust two fingers in while I played with my clit. My back arched and my eyes closed.

  “Eyes open, baby,” he said. “I want to look into those beautiful eyes when I explode all over that sexy body. You're going to come with me. It's taking all I have not to fill you with my cock right now. I want that back arched for me not your fingers. Fuck yourself hard. I want to watch your fingers move in and out of my pussy.”

  His grip on his cock tightened.

  “Stroke it faster,” I said.

  He narrowed his eyes at me, and I knew what he was thinking.

  “Please, Lance,” I begged.

  When his hand moved faster, my fingers did too. I cried out his name as I came hard around my fingers. Then it happened. He did exactly as he said. I watched his eyes close and heard him roar out my name as he released over and over onto my stomach and my breasts. When he opened his eyes again and looked over my body, there was something there. He stood silent before blinking quickly and turning away. What the hell was that, I wondered? He came back from the bathroom with a wet cloth and carefully cleaned me.

  Then he did exactly as he'd promised. In one quick move, he flipped me over, pulled my ass in the air, and spanked it hard. He rubbed the sting before switching to other side. By the time he thrust his cock into me, I knew his mark was on both sides. He fucked me hard. His moves were filled with purpose. The sweet, soft Lance was gone. It was all about fucking. I wasn't complaining. Both sides of him were amazing. I just couldn't figure out what had happened that had snapped him out of what he'd been thinking not long before. He didn't give me long to think before he pulled me right into the moment with him and had me crying out his name.

  We took a break to eat before going right back to fucking, sucking, and showering. It almost felt like he knew it was going to be the last time we'd be together too.

  We did take a little time to talk about the project and what we thought they would think of it. Then we talked about his family and Jackson. We even talked about baseball.

  By the time we fell onto the bed, the last time, in a tangled mess, we were both exhausted. I didn't know about him, but I'd never had what I'd had that night with him with anyone before. The thought of having to stand in the morning made me sore. My head was on his chest, and his fingers were running up and down my back. I knew we'd go back to reality in just a few short hours, and I knew I'd never have what I had with him ever again. The way he said baby and mine had my emotions running wild. That was the moment I realized it, I loved him. I was in love with Lance.

  “Are you crying?” he asked.

  When I opened my eyes and looked at his chest, I quickly wiped him dry. I hadn't even realized I'd been doing it. Shit! What was wrong with me, I wondered? I couldn't love him. It wasn't possible. I had to get my head together fast. That was exactly what I was going to do as soon as I got a tiny bit of sleep.

  “Lauren,” he said.

  “I'm good,” I said, making sure not to look up at him. “I'm just tired. I just need some sleep.”

  Then I closed my eyes, hoping that everything would be back to normal when the alarm went off, whatever normal was for us anyways.

  Chapter 22

  Lance

  When I'd opened my eyes and looked over her beautiful body covered in my release, something happened. I don't know what it was, but I felt like I couldn't look away from her. My chest ached, and I felt the need to protect her. Mine, I thought. What the fuck was all of that? Then I saw her eyes. She seemed so, I don't know. There was something in them. When I felt the pull at my chest, I snapped myself out of it and took off to the bathroom. Cut the shit, Lance, I told myself, as I looked in the mirror. Then an image of Eric whispering in her ear popped into my head. I felt the rumble in my chest, quickly grabbed and wet a rag, took care of her, then flipped her ass over and released every bit of whatever it was that freaking image had me feeling.

  By the time we closed our eyes, we were both exhausted. She was crying, but she wouldn't tell me why. When she said she was just tired, I wasn't sure what to think. It had been a very long day. We'd been through a flight, a long meeting, and a pretty strenuous evening and night. I'd never been with a woman the way I'd been with her that night. I'd lost count of how many time she came, but I knew she was going to still feel me when she stood to get out of bed. When I looked at the clock once I knew she was asleep, we only had two hours before the alarm would be going off. We were going to go home exhausted, and it was totally worth it.

  I heard her moan and opened my eyes to see her sitting up in bed, with her legs hanging over the side, and her feet on the floor.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  She turned around and narrowed her eyes at me, and I couldn't help but smile.

  “I see you're feeling pretty proud of yourself over there,” she replied sarcastically.

  My girl was back, I thought. Wait! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant she was back to her normal, cocky self. Whatever was bothering her when she closed her eyes was gone. Maybe she was just tired, I thought.

  I sat up and leaned forward just next to her ear.

  “You have no idea,” I said. “You've got my cock rock hard just thinking about you feeling me right now.”

  “Really?” she asked.

  I grabbed her hand and pulled it over to cover my dick over the blanket.

  “Really,” I said.

  “How can you even think about that right now?” she asked, as she pulled her hand away. “Isn't that thing sore?”

  “Not at all,” I said with a smile. “Want me to show you?”

  “No,” she said with a chuckle. “You keep that thing over there.”

  “If you don't stop calling my cock that thing, I'm going to bend you over and show you exactly how much it wants inside of you.”

  She moved to stand, and I heard her groan.

  “I guess you're used to this sort of thing,” she said, and I was instantly off the bed and in front of her.

  “No, I'm not,” I said sternly, as I scooped her up into my arms and headed for the bathroom.

  When I got into the room, I set her ass on the counter, walked over to the tub, and turned it on.

  “What are you doing?” she asked. “We don't have time.”

  “We do,” I said, as I adjusted the water and walked back over to her while it filled. “You can relax for a bit before ge
tting dressed. I'll order us something to eat, unless you want me in there with you.”

  “Lance,” she said, as I lifted her again and set her gently in the tub. “We need to talk.”

  I felt her words hit me like a punch in the stomach. There was no way I was letting her say anything more. It wasn't happening.

  “Soak,” I said, as I walked toward the door and out of the room.

  Then I heard it.

  “We can't do this anymore,” she whispered more to herself than in hopes that I'd hear it.

  I ordered food but couldn't get her words out of my head. Was she right? Did we need to stop? Part of me knew things were going too far. The way I felt when Eric whispered in her ear wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to get jealous, not like that anyway. It wasn't my job to protect her. It was bad enough that I hadn't been with anyone since I was first with her. We'd been together way too many times. Then there was that possessive shit with me repeatedly telling her that she was mine. Don't think I missed that I'd said baby at least ten times as well. It was all done in the heat of the moment, but I needed to put that shit in check. Maybe she was right.

  She walked out of the bathroom wrapped up like a damn mummy, making it pretty obvious that she didn't want me seeing her naked. I'd seen every part of her multiple times in that night alone. Why was she hiding from me? What the hell happened with her? What had I done wrong?

  We ate in silence. Then we quickly dressed, got our bags ready, and headed down to the lobby to check out. When she handed the man her key card, I couldn't help but smile. She'd never even stepped foot in her room. When we got in the car, I noticed that she sat as close to the door and far away from me as she could get. When we got out, I leaned in close to her ear.