“Probably because you’re older. Much older.”
Allison gaped at me, her expression now part disbelief and part exasperation with a hint of outrage. “Are you calling me old?”
“Do you need a hearing aid? Have things already progressed that far? Wow.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Allison’s eyes narrowed.
“If the orthopedic shoe fits…”
“Oh, that’s it,” Allison growled playfully in the back of her throat, rolling us so she was straddling me, careful to keep as much of her weight off me as she could. She took my wrists in her hands and pressed them into the mattress on either side of my head, being cautious not to press too hard on my right one. “You’re in serious trouble now.”
Whatever lingering anxiety I’d still been harboring over our first sexual encounter since the incident had completely evaporated. Now I was a little afraid she’d decide I was still too injured for this and want to stop. I gritted my teeth against the burning in my shoulder and took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice before I spoke. “Oh, I am, am I?”
“Believe it.”
“What’re you going to do?” I taunted her, struggling a bit against her hold with my left hand for show. We both knew I didn’t really mean it, didn’t really want her to let me up. “Bore me to death by summarizing the entire history of the world since your birth eight hundred and ninety years ago?”
“Just because you look twenty-one doesn’t mean you have to act like it,” she shot back.
“Clearly, I need a thorough lesson in respecting my elders,” I replied, struggling not to laugh.
Allison leaned down so our noses were almost touching and looked directly into my eyes. The passion I saw eddying beneath her own took my breath away. “Impertinent, as always.”
“I try. And you love it.”
“Shut up.” She pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, bruising kiss. As if I weren’t turned on enough already, she had to throw gasoline on the fire by kissing me like that. It was official. The woman was trying to kill me.
I pushed my hand against her hold as I kissed her back, desperate to wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. Allison endured it for a while, but eventually her patience wore thin.
“Stop fighting me,” she warned, her lips still brushing mine as she spoke, her voice a low rumble that made me whimper.
“Or what?” I retorted, unable to rein in my pride long enough to ask her for what I really needed, which was to hold her.
“Or I’ll get out the handcuffs,” Allison whispered back, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
Oh, dear God. A tidal wave of arousal threatened to drown me, and I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. I thrust my hips up against her in a pathetic attempt to hurry this little game of hers along, ignoring the tiny flares of pain that exploded along my back. I didn’t think I could take much more of her teasing.
Unfortunately, Allison refused to be rushed. Instead, she shifted so she could murmur against my ear, rubbing her center purposefully against my lower abdomen as she did so. I could feel the passion radiating off her body, and that only stoked my own fire.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmm?” I was only half paying attention. Between the timbre of her voice, the feeling of her holding me down, and that thing she was doing with her hips, it was a wonder I could focus that much.
“I think you would,” Allison went on, caressing the outer shell of my ear with her lips. “Being handcuffed to the headboard so you’re completely at my mercy and helpless against anything I might do to you.”
“Fuck you.” I was trying for impudent, but my voice was much too breathy and desire-laden.
“I think you’d like that, too,” Allison mused as she shifted her attentions to the sensitive skin of my neck.
“Oh, Christ,” I moaned, arching into that touch, sparks blazing blistering trails across my skin wherever she was pressed against me.
Allison hummed and pulled back, taking a long moment to regard me as she obviously considered something. Lust and mischief sparkled in her eyes as she watched me, and I gulped. Her lips curved into an absolutely wicked smile, and I knew I was in serious trouble.
She leaned back over so her lips were once again within kissing distance, but when I tried to take advantage of the position, she moved away, not granting me what I so badly wanted. I growled in frustration and glared at her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she admonished me in a singsong voice that was far too amused for my liking. “Behave yourself.”
“Allison,” I whined, attempting to kiss her again.
She allowed it, but if I’d held any illusions that she was conceding control of this situation to me, well, I was mistaken. I tried to deepen the kiss only to have her pull back again.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Allison said softly, punctuating the statement with a teasing brush of her lips against mine. “You”—kiss—“are going to lie here”—kiss—“and not move a muscle”—kiss—“and just watch the show.” Another, much longer kiss.
“What show?” I asked, dazed, when we finally parted for some much-needed oxygen.
Allison released her hold on my wrists and sat up, holding my gaze as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it lazily to the floor. I drank in the sight of her naked flesh, and my breath escaped my lungs in a soft whoosh.
“Oh.” That was all I could think of to say. Granted, it wasn’t one of my better comebacks, but it was a miracle I could form words at all.
Allison grinned at me but said nothing. Instead, she ripped off her boxer shorts and went right back to straddling me, her thighs pressing gently against the outside of my hips. Having her heat so close to my own center made my eyes flutter closed, and I let out a shaky breath.
“Open your eyes,” Allison commanded in a husky voice.
My chin trembled as I obeyed, although I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to refrain from touching her, and I definitely didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be for giving in to that impulse.
Allison rewarded me with a sultry smile that made my pulse jump, and my fingers twitched involuntarily. I ached to feel her hot skin against my hands, my cheeks, my lips. The longing caused my insides to writhe and roil, and I was having a hard time staying still.
If Allison was aware of my inner turmoil, she gave no indication. She merely murmured, “Good girl,” as she closed her own eyes and allowed her head to loll back.
I was about to protest the unfairness of the situation when her hands started to move, trailing up the tops of her thighs from her knees toward her hips. The words of objection evaporated in my mouth, which was suddenly unbelievably dry. I attempted to lick my lips, but that action was the exact opposite of helpful.
I stared in wonder as Allison stroked feather-light patterns on the soft skin of her own thighs, straying dangerously close to her center only to slide away at the last possible moment. A throaty groan broke the silence. It might have been mine. I hardly cared.
Allison’s hands blazed an excruciatingly slow path over her flat abdomen and up to her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and the desire building inside me to claim them as my own was overwhelming.
“Allison,” I whispered, softly, my tone just this side of pleading.
“Shhh.” Her palms skimmed lightly across her nipples and continued up her chest, past her shoulders and over her neck to bury in her long dark hair. As she did that, her head tipped back even farther, her lips parted as she let out a low moan of her own. Her hips rocked against me, her arousal soaking the shorts I was still wearing.
My brain was absolutely fried. My breathing was shallow. My heart was a dull roar in my ears. My own sex was swollen and throbbing, and I was positive if I wasn’t allowed to touch her soon, I would go irrevocably insane. Her touching herself as she sat astride me had to have been one of the most erotic sights I’d ever beheld.
“Let me tou
ch you,” I implored her.
Allison’s hands resumed their leisurely exploration. My eyes were riveted to the sight of her expert fingers rolling her hardened nipples around. She played with those stiffened peaks for a few moments before allowing her right hand to slip down between her thighs.
“Oh, Christ,” she hissed, then groaned loudly as her fingers brushed through her obviously soaked folds. “Oh, Ryan, this feels incredible.”
“Fuck.” I was teetering on the edge of a decision. Did I lie still and watch her get herself off on top of me? Or did I flip her over and just take her? I couldn’t make up my mind.
Allison moaned again loudly when she slid her fingers slowly inside herself, and as she rocked her hips in time with her own motions, I suddenly forgot what I’d been struggling to make up my mind about. My attention remained fixated on the sight of her hand buried deep within her heated sex as though I were staring into the face of God Himself.
Allison stilled above me and withdrew her fingers, causing a small noise of extreme disappointment to escape the back of my throat. I glanced up at her. She was smirking at me, triumphantly. I almost spontaneously combusted. She was so unbelievably hot when she was smug, although I’d never admit that to her lest she use the information against me.
“Since you’re being so good,” she said. And then she traced the contours of my lips with the hand that’d just been inside of her, painting them liberally with her wetness.
I took her fingers into my mouth, sucking on them lightly and swirling around the digits with my tongue. She made a tsk sound and shook her head as she removed them, but her indulgent smile and the twinkle in her eyes told me she wasn’t nearly as exasperated with my rebellion as she was pretending to be.
I sighed and refocused my attention on the task of removing all traces of her arousal from my lips, relishing the unique taste of her and feeling humbled and awed that it was all for me. My heart swelled inside my chest, and I stared up at her, completely overwhelmed.
“I love you,” I whispered quietly.
Allison’s eyes softened at my words. “I love you, too.”
“I can tell,” I teased her, allowing my gaze to drop down to where her hand was once again toying gently with her silken folds.
“Shut up. You’re breaking my concentration.”
I laughed. “And they say romance is dead.”
Allison shot me a mock glare but didn’t retort. Instead, she said, “Give me your hand.”
I hastened to comply, thrilled that I was being allowed out of the penalty box and would actually get to play.
Allison caught my fingers with her free hand just before I could touch her.
I growled at her, thoroughly frustrated. “You said to give you my hand,” I complained. The woman was going to drive me crazy.
“Not that hand. Your other hand.”
I stared at her blankly for a long moment, curious as to why it mattered.
Allison raised my right hand slowly to her lips and dropped a tender kiss on my knuckles before placing it on the outside of her hip. She covered it with her left hand to keep it in place and reached for my left hand with her right.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said softly, stroking the wound on my shoulder carefully. “And I can tell that moving this arm at all bothers you. So we’re going to give it a rest until you’re healed a little bit more, okay?”
“Okay.” A small part of me was touched by her thoughtfulness. But the majority of me just longed to be inside her already and was beyond caring how that happened as long as it happened soon.
“Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. At all. Stay completely still or I stop.”
“I said okay.”
Allison flashed me a quick smile. She appeared to understand my predicament because she wasted no more time on teasing or explanations. She merely guided my left hand to the apex between her thighs and impaled herself roughly on my fingers.
She was hot and wet, and I groaned at the sensation of sliding effortlessly into that slippery heat. She began riding my hand, rolling her hips in the most sensually erotic way. Between the feel of her writhing against my own overheated skin and the sight of her wantonly taking her pleasure from me, I was in complete sensory overload. It was an epic struggle not to move, but there’d be hell to pay if I did, so I held my breath, listening to her small gasps and moans mingling with the pounding of my heart as she drove herself to climax.
She stared down at me with the most amazing expression of lust-tinged adoration as her inner walls clenched around my fingers. My right hand tightened on her hip hard enough to leave a bruise as I watched her ride out her orgasm.
After a long moment, her body stopped spasming, and she collapsed forward onto her hands so that she was hovering over me once again. I got lost looking into her eyes before she kissed me softly.
“Incredible,” she whispered almost inaudibly against my lips.
“Yes, you were.”
Allison pulled back with an affectionate smile. “Flatterer.”
“It happens to be true.”
She rewarded my words with another lingering kiss before sliding slowly down my body. I lamented the loss of my advantageous hand positions as she slipped out of my reach, but she quickly soothed that ache by drawing my shirt up over my chest and showering my breasts with languid kisses.
My breath caught in my throat at the sensation of her lips ghosting across sensitive nipples—just hard enough to torment me, but not nearly enough to sate my desire—and continuing their leisurely exploration of my entire chest. I tangled my fingers in her hair and desperately pressed her closer, rocking my hips against her stomach in a silent plea.
“Oh, Allison.” I sighed softly as she finally wrapped her lips around one aching nipple and sucked, flicking the tip of it with her tongue.
My entire body was humming. Even without her earlier show to drive me to a desperate state of yearning, I was on fire. It’d been far too long since she’d touched me. The last time had been—No! I forcibly dragged my thoughts away from that topic as well as the memories of the consequences they stirred. I wanted, I needed Allison so badly I was almost in pain, and I was determined not to ruin this by straying out of the here and now.
“Please don’t tease me,” I begged softly. “Not now. Not tonight.” I didn’t think I’d ever needed to come so badly, and if she dragged this out any longer, she was sure to kill me.
“Okay,” Allison murmured softly, nuzzling the swell of my breasts with her cheek as she spoke. “Okay.”
Her hot fingers curled inside the waistband of my shorts and tugged a little. At her silent request, I lifted my hips so she could remove them and relished the feeling of cool air against my burning flesh.
I half expected her to take her time and draw out her exploration despite her assurances she wouldn’t torture me anymore, but she surprised me. She paused only long enough to place gentle kisses on the stitches on the outside of my thigh before she shot me the fleeting traces of a dazzling smile and immediately adjusted her position so she was settled comfortably between my legs.
At the first feeling of her tongue against my folds, I almost burst into tears. A hoarse, ragged cry, somewhere between a laugh and a sob, escaped my throat. I spread my legs wider and tangled my fingers back into her hair roughly.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut and rolling my head back and forth against the indescribable ecstasy she was wringing from me.
My body was completely beyond my control, the entire experience a blur of sensations. I was panting heavily, little mewling cries of pleasure falling from my lips. Her nimble lips and tongue explored me surely, knowing exactly where and how to stroke to drive me closer to the edge.
I held my breath in anticipation of the inevitable, torn between wishing for the orgasm and never wanting to leave the place I was blissfully floating in. In the end, Allison decided for me. She thrust two fingers into me roughly
, curling the tips to ensure she hit just the right place inside, wrapped her lips around me, and sucked.
“Oh, God, Allison,” I cried as I came, clenching and unclenching my fists in her hair in time with the quaking of the rest of my body.
Allison continued, albeit much more gently, drawing out the exquisite sensations for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, it was too much for me, and I tugged gently on her hair in an attempt to get her to stop.
“No more,” I gasped, as a shiver racked my body. “Please.”
Allison beamed up at me and placed one last light kiss on my sex before readjusting her position so she lay stretched out next to me on the bed. I wasted no time cuddling up to her, resting my head on her chest and wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Thank you,” I whispered softly, turning my head slightly to place a grateful kiss against the curve of her breast.
“The pleasure was all mine. Believe me.”
“Remind me to properly express my gratitude later,” I mumbled through a yawn.
Allison nuzzled the top of my head. “Don’t worry. I will. Now, go to sleep.”
“Mission accomplished,” I murmured.
“What?”
“You wanted to tire me out,” I said. Or tried to.
“Shhh.”
“Mmm. Okay.” I sighed heavily and snuggled deeper into her embrace, relishing the sound of her heartbeat beneath my ear. It was a soothing, comforting sound, and it helped lull me into a state of even further relaxation.
It wasn’t long before I drifted off, too beat to entertain much more than a fleeting concern about waking her with one of my bad dreams. But it turned out I didn’t need to be worried because for the first time since “the incident” I slept—actually slept—secure in the knowledge that I was safe and loved and free from all nightmares.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning, I snuck into the JTTF office ridiculously early. Allison had had to catch an early train back to DC in order to be on time for her afternoon shift, so I hadn’t exactly been forced to drag myself away from her. However, she did almost miss the departure because we took way too long fooling around in the shower. I’d have been more than happy to endure that consequence, but she doubted it would’ve amused the guys working the day shift.
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