He took that as an invitation, spreading her pussy lips delicately open, and groaned with delight as he took her clit in his mouth. A tender pull, then the twist and flick of his tongue, sliding, delving, licking. His strong hands holding her hips in place as she bucked and shuddered against the bold, sensual thrust and lap, the drum roll of tension inside her, getting more and more agonizing—
The sensation coalesced. An explosion of shocked delight. She unraveled, to her very core.
When she finally looked up, Nate had a look of discovery on his face.
“The guy in the drawing,” he said. “Was he your last lover?”
She was speechless. Unable to deny it, and she didn’t have the presence of mind to lie about it, either. Or better yet, to tell him it was none of his damn business.
“Nate,” she whispered. “Don’t ruin this for me.”
“That explains a lot,” he said.
“You can’t figure me out just by looking at me,” she said more forcefully. “Don’t you dare make pronouncements. You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“So teach me. I’m all ears. Tell me where I’m wrong. Help me do it better.”
“You were doing it just fine, until you started to talk,” she said tartly.
“Ah,” he murmured. “Sorry.”
He stood up, pulling her up to her feet, and sat down himself on the futon couch, pulling her down onto his lap, facing him. “Straddle me.”
She did so. He slid his hand up her back, cupping the nape of her neck. They looked at each other for a long, silent moment, and he tugged her closer, back into that marvelous kiss. He was irresistible. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling.
Then he slid his hand up her inner thigh, stroking her pussy. Caressing it tenderly as he trailed hot, hungry kisses over her breasts.
It felt as if she was destined to open and melt for him, to yield to his coaxing kiss, to open to his questing hand. He teased open her slick folds, seeking out her sweet spots. Slow, thrusting, pulsing caresses that were just…exactly…right.
Again, that tension was rising. So soon, like something had been unleashed inside her and was making up for lost time. Oh. Yes.
She clenched around his thighs with a sharp cry, straining as the wrenching jolts of raw pleasure throbbed through her.
She was lost to time and space for a while, floating in that sweet, dreamy drifting space. It felt good. There was room inside her. Light and air. She hadn’t felt anything like it in…well, maybe ever. Even before her marriage blew up in her face, she’d felt so tense and contracted. Trying to meet his demands and requirements.
She’d been in a cage. For years. Right now, she was floating free, and for the first time, she felt it. That ineffable, soft, infinite freedom was a pleasure all its own.
It changed everything. It changed her.
When she drifted back, she found her hands were wound into his hair, her cheek resting on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind.
His hand was still between her legs, stroking her like he was petting a kitten. As her eyes opened, he slid his finger boldly inside her, and licked his finger.
“Tastes so good,” he murmured. “I want to go down on you again.”
“Later for that,” she said. “Do you have a condom?”
He reached down beneath her, fumbling in his pants pockets for a second, then pulled it out and waved it triumphantly. “At the ready.”
“I’m ready right now.” She climbed off him and reached for his belt, jerking the buckle loose.
Nate laughed and stood up, tugging his pants and underwear down. His erection was stiff and purple and impressive, jutting from the thatch of dark hair. Broad and blunt, his cockhead shiny with pre-come.
She clasped him and stroked, making him gasp. Mmmm, so hot, so hard. She wanted to play with him, but she needed this. Needed it right now.
She ripped the condom open and put the rolled latex in his hand. “Put that on.”
Once he was safely sheathed, Elisa straddled him again, swaying over him.
Nate pressed his face to her breasts, kissing them through the stretchy fabric of her shirt. “You sure you’re ready?”
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said. “I feel like something is going to be snatched away from me at any minute. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told her.
But I am. She pushed the thought resolutely away. Stay in the damn moment.
Nate tugged the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders and pressed his face to her bared breasts with a groan of delight. His warm lips moved tenderly over her, teasing, kissing, suckling, making her nipples ache, they were so tight. His long tender pulls felt like he was drawing pure energy through her, a wild, rushing torrent of it. She could flood the world with it. Total abundance.
He nudged his cockhead between the slick folds of her labia, stroking and circling. Pushing inside, then drawing back. A little, teasing thrust. Surge, swivel, and back. Again and again, until she was squirming for more.
“Nate,” she said thickly. “Please.”
“Be patient.” She could hear the smile in his voice, even though his face was hidden. “Wait for it. The longer you wait, the better it’ll be.”
I don’t have time to wait. She wanted to scream the words.
“Shhhh,” he soothed. “Soon. Just hang on. You can do it.”
She wound her fingers into his long hair and gave it a sharp little tug. “I can’t.”
“You can. I want to watch you come again.”
She was past responding with words. She lost control as her climax thundered through every part of her, launching her into beautiful oblivion.
The sensation of his thick cock pushing deeper inside her made her eyes finally open. “Wow,” she whispered. “There’s a lot of you.”
“Too much?” he asked. “We can take this really slow.”
She wound her arms around his neck and opened wider, sinking deliberately down to take him still deeper. “It’s just right,” she whispered. “Incredibly right.”
Erotic perfection, that slow, pulsing invasion, caressing her hot spots with long, rhythmic strokes.
He gripped her hips and got just the right angle, surging up inside her and swiveling around. Stirring her up inside.
Elisa clutched his neck, panting. Pressing her face against his damp shoulder as his strokes deepened. Each deep, sliding stroke jerked a soft gasp from her throat.
He was building up that charge of energy again, that landslide inside her body and mind, driving her straight for it, no turning back...
Pleasure crashed through her. Only his embrace kept her from flying apart.
They collapsed, still knotted together, panting. Nate lifted his head.
“Whoa,” he whispered. “That was incredible.”
That struck her as her cue to climb off him, but Nate was having none of it. His arms tightened, keeping her in place. “Hey. Where are you going?”
“I’m not running away,” she assured him. “I just want to let you breathe.”
“I’m breathing just fine,” he said. “No problem at all. Don’t go.”
They gazed at each other, smiling like fools, and then came together, yielding to the inevitable, falling into one of those timeless, writhing delicious kisses again.
She felt his penis harden again, still inside her.
“Wow,” she murmured, giggling. “That was prompt.”
“That was a long time coming,” he told her. “It’s been building up from the first moment I saw you. I’d better go get this condom off. Hang on. I’ll be quick.”
He held it onto himself as she climbed off. It was a great opportunity to admire his stunning back view in the candlelight as he went into the bathroom.
When the door closed and she was free from the spell, she got to work and adjusted the futon, jerking the lever that lowered the back and turned it into a sort of a bed, more or less. It didn’t really lie flat, but
hey. This night was not for sleeping.
There would plenty of time to doze on the long, sad, boring bus ride to nowhere that lay ahead of her. She could rest then. If she ever slept again at all.
No whining, she lectured herself silently. Stop it. Whining doesn’t help.
She patted the flattened mattress with a smile when he emerged from the bathroom. “It’s not comfortable, but there’s more space than the cot in my bedroom.”
“It’ll be fine,” he said.” His eyes roved over her naked body. “Great, even.”
Her face turned hot. “I’ll, um, take a quick turn in the bathroom, too.”
Her face looked so different in the bathroom mirror. She’d gotten into the habit of avoiding mirrors, limiting herself to a quick glance to make sure her hair was smooth and toothpaste foam was rinsed off. Sometimes she caught glimpses of herself in reflective surfaces before she had the chance to flinch away, and she never enjoyed that. She felt like a cardboard cut-out version of herself. Washed out and flat, burned-out holes for eyes. The spectral figure of Gil looming behind her, with that smug, hateful grin on his face, his hands around Joshie’s neck.
Tonight, the mirror didn’t scare her. She stopped and studied her own face, and liked what she saw. Her eyes were lit up and sharp, her lips red, her color high. Her hair wild and tousled. A wild woman who knew who she was. What she wanted.
She liked it. She looked strong. Untamed. She didn’t even see any of the flaws that Gil had made her so self-conscious about. The mole on her jaw, the shape of her nose, the hair he wanted straightened and always blonde, blonder, as blonde as possible. The body he’d wanted to enhance with implants and injections. A shot of Botox to fix that pesky little worried line between her eyebrows that he disliked.
Get the fuck out of my head, you murdering son of a bitch.
She didn’t want to think about Gil. He didn’t get one more second. This night was her gift to herself, and Gil did not get to touch it.
She stepped into the tub and used the shower head freshen up, trying to memorize that look on her face, and the incredible feelings that had caused it.
She would need to draw on that in the future. For courage. Her own face, unashamed, chin up, shoulders back. Strong and proud and pleasured.
Nate was stretched out on the bed, head propped on his elbow, those stunning dark eyes hot with anticipation. As she drew near, his cock thickened before her eyes.
“You are so gorgeous,” he said. “You blow my mind.”
She slammed a door on all her fears, like wedging shut an overstuffed closet, and accepted the compliment as it was given.
“Aw,” she said demurely. “That’s sweet. Thank you.”
She stretched out facing him, and they just smiled at each other, suddenly shy.
Then he reached out to stroke her, a slow, shoulder-to-hip caress. “I can’t believe that this is finally happening,” he confessed. “I’d given up hope.”
“I’m glad you gave it another go,” she admitted.
Nate looked relieved. “So it was good for you?”
She laughed out loud, surprised by the question. “I didn’t even know sex could be that good.”
His grin widened. “We’ve barely begun to find out how good it can be,” he said. “We have a whole universe of erotic pleasure to explore.”
That gave her a cold sinking feeling, thinking of that universe of unexplored pleasure that she would never know. She forced herself to smile, sliding her fingers into his chest hair. “So you have more tricks up your sleeve? Because I do, too.”
He stiffened, gasping with startled pleasure as she gripped his shaft and stroked it boldly. “Oh, man,” he groaned.
“Let me.” She wiggled closer, squeezing. She could feel his pulse in his stiff cock, the swift, rapid throb of his heart. “Let’s not waste more time.”
He rolled on top of her, and slid his big, solid body down the length of the mattress, kissing his way down. Slow, hot, languid kisses, over her breasts, her belly. Then he pushed her legs wide and settled between them again.
“I love all the shades of pink and red,” he said. “The secret, hidden bits. Like a flower. So fucking sexy.” He slid his finger tenderly inside her slick heat while he rolled the tip of his tongue luxuriously around her clit. She heard him ripping open another condom, taking the briefest moment to roll it on, and then he was at her again. Pleasure racked her with each skillful lash of his clever tongue, until there was nothing left but pleasure. Wave after wave of it, each one bigger than the one before.
Sweeping her away. Wiping her out. The orgasms just rolled over her, one after the other. She’d always thought there was something complicated and mysterious about relaxing enough to come to orgasm. Not with Nate.
When the paroxysm eased off, he was deep inside her, his torso bent over hers, his cock rocking, gliding. Her legs were splayed wide, folded high up.
“You’re good?” He waited patiently for her answer, but speech was complicated when you could barely breathe. “Good,” she gasped out. “Great.”
Nate let out a low, desperate sound, and started to move.
She was so silky soft from all his lavish licking. Every deep stroke made her feel softer, slicker. Boneless and yielding. She lifted herself, giving herself up to it completely. The pace was quickening now, both of them grasping the other. Moans and gasps. She lifted herself, arching to get closer as the huge power rose to a crest.
They exploded together, fused.
Afterward, Nate slipped out of her body, with a murmur of regret, and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. He was back moments later, pulling her into his arms and draping her leg over his own thigh. The room was cool, but Nate was so hot, and his embrace surrounded her. No need for a blanket. It felt wonderful.
She cuddled closer, her breasts against his chest—and felt his penis stiffen.
Her eyes opened, startled. “Wow. For real?”
“Pay him no mind,” he said lazily. “He’s just happy to be touching you.”
The smile that took over her face was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She reached down to caress his erection. “Shhh…don’t move,” she murmured.
She slid down to admire his beautiful, taut phallus at close range. Stiff, hot, and so smooth against her tongue. Salty, sweet. She licked silken drops of pre-come off his glans with slow, luxurious strokes.
“My turn to torment you,” she whispered, pulling him deep into her mouth.
“Oh…my God.” His voice broke off into a groan, which was a good beginning. Very good, but just a beginning. She’d keep at it until she heard him shout.
That was a memory to take with her when she ran off into the dark.
7
Gil reached for his earbuds. He was sick of the pulsing music and battle sounds of Josh’s fucking video. It was worth it, to keep the annoying little shithead occupied, but the music grated on him.
One of the phones near his chair vibrated. Not his smartphone. The red burner, dedicated to Sheldon Sinclair.
He did not feel like talking to that degenerate today. Shel was under the impression that he owned Gil. Not for long. Shel wasn’t smart enough to win a long game against Gil Clemens, but he still needed to be carefully managed.
Gil picked up the phone and punched talk. “Shel,” he said. “You’re up late. It must be three in the morning in Isla Rosalba.”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. So can you.”
Shel’s voice had that loud, blustering quality that indicated that he’d been drinking, drugging or both. Drugs made Shel combative, which was a big fucking bore. Gil steeled himself. “What do you need, Shel?”
“Good news, my man, I need good news. Tell me that you ran that snotty little rat-bitch down and took care of business like a man.”
Gil forced his jaw to unclench. “I’m still looking for her. I was working on that now. Your call interrupted me.”
“Yeah? I bet you’re sitting there drinking Scotch and
stroking your chin and overthinking it, like the stick-up-the-ass politician that you are. Didn’t you say you have the bitch’s little brother?”
“Yes, but I—”
“So use him!” Shel bellowed. “You have the leverage! Fucking use it!”
“We discussed this already,” Gil said evenly. “She has leverage, too. Her countermove would destroy us.”
“So you’ll just keep him like a puppy in a kennel? Give him treats?”
“I’ve gone on TV with him,” Gil said, with steely calm. “I’m sure she got the message. She may be a lying, treacherous bitch, but she isn’t completely stupid.”
“I never did like that snotty cunt. I knew she’d be a pain in my ass. I get you wanting the Roarke billions, but there are better ways to get funded than to deep-freeze your dick. What the fuck, Gil? Is my money not good enough for you?”
“Go lie down,” Gil said. “You’re stoned, Shel. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Did I not promise to fund you, all the way to the top? But no, you just had to get greedy. A person might almost think that you don’t trust me. After all we’ve been through together.”
Every now and then, Shel had a brief but dangerous flash of real insight. Gil hastened to quash it. “That’s never what I—”
“Then your father-in-law gives his billions away to fucking charity! And there you are…married to that frigid cunt, and with no cash to show for it. That’s so fucking funny, I’m still laughing.”
Gil’s teeth clenched. “It wasn’t like that.”
“And you can’t even access what’s left of the money until she’s declared dead, right? Nothing for Gil! Joke’s on you, eh? Good thing I’m still here to help, amirite?”
Gil held down the simmering rage, teeth clenched to the point of pain.
It was true that Louisa and the Roarke money had been his back-up option, in case Shel imploded. Shel Sinclair was worth two hundred billion dollars of inherited wealth, but he was burning through it fast, with his whores, private jets and lavish drugged-up parties. He was probably in bed with naked under-aged girls right now. He passed them around to his business companions like cigars. Gil was working hard behind the scenes at burying the latest lawsuit, but the man was never going to stop.
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