Touched by Lightning

by Avet, Danica

  When she began to lower herself to his lap, Brit was jolted out of his stunned admiration of her body, having enough presence of mind to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. She settled herself, her scorching-hot sex trapping his dick between her core and his stomach. She rocked against him experimentally and he almost dropped the wallet when she let out a guttural groan.

  “One second,” he practically begged as he fought the wallet for its prize. His hands actually shook as he struggled to take his emergency condom out of the leather. He was so hungry for her, his dick aching so much he was tempted to say “fuck it” and take her bareback. But she didn’t know him, didn’t know where he’d been. This first time with her had to be perfect. “Just one second, baby.”

  She leaned forward and nipped his throat, her teeth sharp and hungry and the telltale tingling began at the base of his spine. He was gonna come. He freed the foil from his wallet and threw the leather to the side. Gyda was rocking on him in short, inexperienced jerks that still managed to be hotter than anything he’d ever had. Brit ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the piece that tore off and removed the latex with a triumphant growl.

  He reached between their bodies to roll it on, Gyda lifting her hips to give him room to work. Then he was guiding his crown to the entrance of her body and she was sinking on him in slow, barely moving increments. He sucked in a deep breath as the tight fist of her body stretched around him, giving way a little at a time.

  It was torture.

  It was heaven.

  It was worth all the pain and uncertainty and torment.

  When she seated herself in his lap, his cock buried balls-deep in her tight cunt, Brit gripped her ass, holding her snug against him. Sweat gathered along his hairline as though he’d had a hard workout. But when he looked up at her face and saw the flushed, perspiration-dampened cheeks, he knew this really was a workout. They were going to exorcise some demons together.

  He reached up, digging his hands in her hair and pulling her down for a kiss. She opened for him without hesitation, their tongues mating in a dance their bodies were soon to copy. He’d wanted her to be as hot for him as he was for her. It seemed she was and he couldn’t have been happier.

  But all thoughts of happiness and forevers and futures fled his mind because Gyda set about to rock his world right off its foundation.

  Chapter Eleven

  Gyda gasped when she experimentally moved her hips. She was leaning heavily on the images Sixteen sent her, trying to make this good for Brit because it was amazing for her. She’d always associated men’s bodies with pain and humiliation, but the instant she’d taken Brit into her pussy, her muscles stretching to accommodate his size, she’d felt…keen satisfaction. Because watching Brit’s face as she sank onto him was like having every Christmas and birthday she’d missed in her childhood given to her all at once.

  In other words, it was breathtakingly joyful. His eyes had glittered with want, his features growing tight as he fought for control and then came the relief once he was buried inside her. His nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath, the little red mark she’d left on his throat looked like a brand, as if she’d made him hers. And for a split second, she felt as though she had all the power. He was hers.

  She watched his face twist, his jaw bunch as he fought his urges, wanting to make this good for her. She felt that through her mental shields. His were lowered, blaring his feelings at her loud and clear and she teased him with his need to make this special for her. Gyda couldn’t resist playing with her newly discovered power over him. She lifted and lowered herself a few times, squeezing her inner muscles around him. Then she slowly rose again before dropping onto him hard and fast.

  He grunted at that and she felt a thrill of pleasure ripple through her body. She did it again and again, bouncing on him at a bruising pace to feel that pressure deep inside her. It felt so good, but even better, it made Brit’s muscles tense. It was fun and freeing and she knew she could make him come this way. It felt good for her too, but not quite as good as it did to have him playing with her clit. Despite the sweet fullness of his cock sliding through her cunt, she wouldn’t come like this and that was fine with her. She’d never been the one in control before and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest.

  Except Gyda had ignored Sixteen’s whispered warnings about Brit, the muttered cautions that this wasn’t the kind of man who’d let a woman control him for long. Sixteen might have encouraged her to follow this path, had shown her what to do to bring them to this point, but she’d told Gyda time and time again that Brit wasn’t easily led. Yet he was the only one Gyda wanted and she’d forgotten those warnings.

  Until Brit’s eyes began to glow blue and the air around them sizzled with static charge. He kept one hand on her hip, helping her torment him, but slid the other around to the front of her body, to where her legs were split to either side of him. She sucked in a sharp breath, tensing because she wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared or both.

  When he sent a quick jolt of electricity straight to her clit, Gyda cried out, her deliberate pace becoming jerky and uneven. Her inner muscles rippled with the painful pleasure of his power coursing through her extra-sensitive nerve endings. Then he did it again, waiting until she took him to the hilt to shock her and buck his hips upward. That short grind did something deep inside her, something that felt like a dull pressure. Undecided if she liked it or not, Gyda almost shied away from him, except it seemed Brit was finished with her playing.

  He brought his knees up, caging her between his torso and his legs, and proceeded to torment her. She writhed on his dick, rocking on him as he sent little bolts of power to her clit and worked her nipple with his teeth. He increased her pleasure by forcing her hips to grind down on his, bringing that dull pressure back to her cunt until she was a mass of twisting, greedy need.

  “Brit,” she panted, holding on to his shoulders as though they were the only thing keeping her from floating away. “Brit, fuck, fuck.”

  “Give it to me,” he demanded with a groan. “Give. It. To. Me.”

  With his last word he sent a slightly stronger pulse of electricity into her while at the same time he thrust one last time. It was all she needed, because her world splintered apart.

  Gyda screamed her orgasm, the sound rough and hoarse, but she barely heard it over the rush of blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart. The pleasure twisted through her body, taking over all systems until she lived and breathed nothing but the ecstasy Brit gave her. Her inner muscles convulsed around him and he pounded into her hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm with each punishing clap of their bodies.

  “Gyda,” he grunted against her breast, his hands gripping her with rough strength. “Gyda. Sweet Christ, woman.”

  She trembled in his arms, her cunt quaking with another orgasm and that was what pushed him over the edge. He pulled her onto his dick, his groaning sigh heating her skin as he came. Gyda could feel his cock pulsing with his release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself and it was strangely soothing. They’d brought each other ease and satisfaction.

  They’d formed a partnership in pleasure. It was something she’d never fully understood until now. If this was why people lied, cheated and stole for the ones they supposedly loved, she could understand it a little better now, because this was something worth holding on to for as long as you lived. Gyda sank into his body, as close as one person could get to another and knew she’d grab this moment of happiness in the hopes it’d hold her over long after Brit left her.

  Holy fuck. For the longest time those words echoed around his head. Just holy fuck. Because that had been the most intense climax of his life. Watching Gyda fall apart in his lap, her pussy squeezing him like a fist, her face lax with pleasure… He’d shot off like a rocket and was still trying to find his way back to Earth.

  Her body was a comforting weight on his chest, helping him come back from the pleasure. God, she was perfect for him. She’d
played with him, toyed with his body, learning what pleased him and herself, but the minute he took the reins back, she let him and she’d more than enjoyed that. His pants were soaked from her release and even now, her pussy fluttered with aftershocks of her massive orgasm.

  Brit wanted nothing more than to stay right where he was, but the condom needed to come off. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he gently lifted her off his lap. She made a faint sound of protest and let him move her to the rug next to him. Once she was steady, looking more like a sleepy kitten than a kick-ass supe, Brit got to his feet and disposed of the condom.

  He also kicked out of his boots, socks and pants, letting the material fall to the ground as he scrounged for a washcloth. Standing in profile to the mirror to clean up, he pondered putting her in the bathtub to soak. She had to be sore. But even as he finished a rough swipe of his dick and turned to fill up the tub, an arm slid around his waist and a soft cheek rested against his back.

  Brit froze at the unexpected pleasure, his head lifting to the mirror where he could see her face. She watched him with a lazy smile as her hand skimmed down his waist to gently stroke his limp dick. Well, not so limp with her hand on him. It stirred, but it’d be several minutes before he was ready to give her what she needed.

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from his body. Spinning to face her, he reached up to cup her cheeks. Her pout at being denied his dick was adorable and he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

  “I can’t recover that fast, darlin’, even as much as I want to.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. He kissed her again, this time lingeringly, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. “But I can think of things we can do together while we wait.”

  Mostly he wanted to taste the sweet pussy he’d felt wrapped around his cock. She looked up at him, the soft look leaving her face and he swore he saw ghosts lurking behind her eyes. He hated that. Not just for him, but for her. She’d been hurt so many times in her life, she had to analyze every offer, looking for the double meaning.

  He gently pinched her chin, tilting her head back. “You don’t ever, ever need to fear me or anything I say. I have no hidden agenda, no secret plan to use or hurt you. I swear on my mama’s life, I will never hurt you.”

  Savvy green eyes stared up at him and he could feel the faint tickle of her powers pressing against his mental shields. She was testing him out to see if he was telling the truth. So Brit let her in. He dropped the defenses Joe and his trainers had helped him to build and let her see him. Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips formed a perfect O of surprise because yeah, he didn’t hold back anything. Not his desire, his need to protect her and not the intense affection he had for her. It wasn’t love. Not yet at least. But the more he got to know Gyda, the more it deepened.

  “That’s all for you,” he murmured as he felt her retreat. “You’re a gorgeous, independent woman. You’ve had a hard life. I don’t know all of it and until you tell me everything about yourself, I won’t know it all.” Her face paled and she looked away. He gave her a tiny jolt of power to bring her eyes back to him. “Look at me, baby. It doesn’t matter what’s happened to you. Not to me. I hate that it happened, but it’ll never change how I feel about you. Your hard life created a woman with an iron core that melts when I touch her. She’s a woman fighting for justice and I only hope one day that she’ll fight for justice with me.”

  Her lips quivered before she tightened them to stop the betraying movement. Brit didn’t need to be an empath to know she wanted to believe him and was afraid to. It was written in the way she fought herself. He hoped one day though that she’d realize what she saw with him was what she got. He didn’t hide who he was from anyone and wouldn’t allow her to do it either.

  Brit leaned down and fitted his lips to hers again in a gentle, solemn kiss. Then he stepped away. “I’m gonna go to my room,” he told her as he bent to pick up his clothes and toss them in the hamper. “I’ll be in there. Naked. Waiting for you because I’ve been wanting to taste your pretty pussy since the first time I touched you.” The paleness of her face was buried beneath a tide of pink. He winked at her as he strolled by, completely comfortable in his nudity. “I do like that shade of pink on you, baby.”

  It took a lot of determination to walk away from her when all he wanted to do was toss her over his shoulder and carry her off like a caveman. With other women, the women he’d fucked in the past, it would’ve worked like a charm. But Gyda wasn’t anything like them. She wasn’t into pain because it was forbidden and taboo. She wasn’t into being dominated because it was the “cool” thing to do and experiment with.

  She was a woman who’d conditioned herself not to feel anything, someone who needed his brand of loving because it reached to the woman she hid beneath the hardened exterior. If she came to him, it would be because she wanted him as much as he wanted her, it would be because she trusted him to give her what she needed without hurting her.

  As he reached his bedroom door, he had to bite back a smile because he heard the telltale squeak of one of the floorboards behind him. He had her.

  * * * * *

  Gyda threw her head back, her hands gripping the big brass headboard of Brit’s bed like a lifeline. Her throat was raw from panting, her skin dripped with sweat and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath, but it was the perfect kind of distress. She shuddered, her body tensing as Brit’s wicked tongue proved to be good for more than talking.

  He held her ass in his hands, holding her tight to his mouth. As if she could move if she wanted to. Her legs were permanently frozen in this deep bend, her hands glued to the headboard as he tongued her pussy. When he’d told her to “hop on up and let me get atcha” she’d thought he was going to take her. Not drag her up his body to straddle his face and fuck her with his tongue.

  “Oh!” she gasped to the ceiling, her back arching even more. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding down on his mouth. He sucked her clit, nibbling on it and she saw stars. “Brit! Oh God, oh God, oh!”

  She came in a hot gush of pleasure, her body writhing with the power of it. But still he didn’t pull away or try to move her down his body. He kept her right there, his tongue working at her, lapping up her cream like a hungry tiger. When he drove two fingers into her from behind she squeaked, rocking on them. And he knew exactly what he was doing, where to touch, because his fingers went straight to some magical spot inside her and rubbed.

  Gyda shouted his name, her body shaking. Brit’s groan of pleasure vibrated through her cunt to set off another series of spasms that left her weak. She leaned against the headboard, her body as limp as a damp rag. And happy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy.

  When he gently dragged her back down his body, she let him. Giving him complete possession of her limbs, which he arranged to either side of him in a full-body hug, her head tucked beneath his jaw, his hard cock nestled at the juncture of her thighs. She needed to take care of him too, to give back to him because this had to be a partnership, but when she went to move, he tightened his arms around her.

  “Don’t,” he whispered into the darkening room. “I just wanna hold you like this for a little while, ’kay?”

  Gyda sank into him, giving him her weight without further protest. She was sated and exhausted, but she mostly just enjoyed the intimacy of being close to a real person. Tora and Sixteen had grown tired of the sexcapades and gone quiet, something they rarely did. She’d never realized before now how accustomed she’d become to having them in the back of her mind. With them quiet, Gyda was left with her own thoughts. Or she would’ve been left with her own thoughts if Brit hadn’t obliterated them all with his sinful tongue.

  “You screamed my name,” he drawled in that deep country accent. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. He must’ve felt it, because his chest vibrated with a silent chuckle. “I like it.” One of his hands went to her hair, sifting through the long, tangled strands before caressing the metal lining her ear. “Why did you
stop talking?” he finally asked into the warm, comfortable silence filling the room.

  Gyda froze at the question, something she’d been asked before by Estelle and Leo and the shrinks. Even some of the O.T. recruits had asked her that, but she hadn’t even thought about answering. With Brit though, the man who’d heard her speak for the first time in years, she almost felt comfortable enough to explain it. But how could she without sounding weak?

  He dipped his chin to brush a kiss across her forehead. “You can trust me, darlin’.”

  His words seeped into her soul and found fertile ground to bear fruit because Gyda felt as though she really could trust him, that he wouldn’t look at her with pity and disgust. Her heart thundered, her pulse pounding in her ears with the frantic swish of blood racing through her veins as she tried to find the right way to explain her continued silence.

  Her gulp was loud in the quiet room, but he was still there, still holding her, comforting her and lending her strength at the same time. And she finally found her voice.

  “They liked to hear me scream,” she whispered in a raspy imitation of what she used to sound like. She winced at the rough sound and pressed her fingers to her throat. She lifted her head to look at him, meeting this head on. “Ugly.”

  His frown would have made her cringe days before, but she knew he’d never hurt her. “What?”

  Gyda cleared her throat, trying to get her destroyed vocal cords to cooperate. “My voice is ugly.” She could almost remember the day when it finally broke, and an eruption of goose bumps covered her skin. The scars on her back burned, the ones that were carved into her as punishment for not following orders. “It’s broken. I’m broken. They broke me.”

  Brit’s hand cupped her cheek, his callused thumb brushing her skin with infinite gentleness. “You’re not broken, baby. Just a little tattered around the edges. And your voice isn’t ugly. It shows your bravery. It shows you went through hell and came out the other side stronger than ever.” He leaned down to press a butterfly-soft kiss to her lips. “I love your voice and I love it even more that you shared it with me before anyone else.”