Blaine, Destiny - Lying Eyes (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lying Eyes

  “I can’t talk right now—can’t think. Can’t even breathe without breathing you in and out…”

  Ah yeah, he was doing everything a man should with more devotion than most would. His teeth nipped at her clit and his gaze grew hotter and hotter. His lips were lost but before they were completely surrounded by her, they found their spot and his tongue lapped at her sweetness—going for the core of a woman—nothing was any better than this. No, not even fucking her would ever compare.

  “Max, really! I can’t…breathe.” Her knuckles were white, her hips pushed higher. Ah yeah, bliss waited. Heaven opened. She was ready.

  “I know—and it’s gonna get worse before I help you get any better.” He rose over her and kissed her belly while stealing a look at her beautiful face, but even though he was thick with need now, his mouth started at her knee and moved right back to her tight snatch. Only a few pecks here or there and then one more…the one sweet swipe designed to fill her insides.

  “Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Just a little bit more.” He followed her straight into a warm, cozy tunnel. Once he was there, heaven help him once he was there, he just drank her in and thank God he had an unquenchable thirst.

  * * * *

  She gripped the cotton sheets and wished like hell she could rip them. She needed traction or something to hold her to the bed, to stop the involuntary rise and fall of hips spread apart for his pleasure and her initial demise. Once she came, once she was lost in his hot mouth—just like this—she was forever marked a change woman. No, not only a changed woman but…yes, oh yes…his woman.

  He acted like he read her mind. With his hands still pushing her legs apart, his teeth bit harder at her clit before he sucked the little button into a smooth and heavenly rotation. He spoke into her body and she damn near told him to look at her because the seducing hot and direct pussy talk drenched her inner walls. She felt a flood of emotion and as if he called her out on a dare, her orgasm took her.

  “Max!” Her release pushed out the yelp but damn if she didn’t feel like screaming. Barely above a whisper, she called to him again. “Oh Max!” Her hips rose higher and higher. Damnation, she soared to a place she knew he would never be able to take her again because—heaven help her—there wasn’t any way she was coming down. “Please!” Her thighs were tight and she was coming. In his mouth. Oh heaven help her. He lapped her up like he truly loved it.

  She could feel his lips move on her and they definitely held a sexy smile because his eyes twinkled with knowing satisfaction while he dove in and sipped, lapped and licked with a man’s intention, a woman’s pleasure obviously on his mind. He didn’t stop and if she’d asked, she understood it would only drive him forward because every single time she moved, heaven help her, he moved right with her, sipping and licking, sucking and nuzzling. The more she struggled, the more he refused to give her one second unattended.

  A tighter grip secured her legs and he rolled his tongue almost in unison with her jolts and the act by itself would have been more than enough to generate a back-to-back cry of emotion. Hell yeah—multiples. Damn straight—the more the merrier.

  She saved herself for this moment. She’d craved the right man and nothing—real or imaginary—ever compared with this kind of passion, this kind of ride, this kind of sex, oral or otherwise.

  Minutes passed, seconds ran together and then overlapped before she pushed down on his shoulders and truly asked for clemency. His pace had picked up and she needed something, gentle consideration, maybe. A harder fuck, perhaps. Something, anything—just a little stop-time. A little regrouping. Another fucking orgasm! Her shaking wouldn’t stop and one breath caught and hung onto the next. His mouth dragged across her clit and with each jerk, his lips stayed with her, ready to draw out every drop of her pleasure.

  When the last tingling sensation left her feeling quite exhausted, he mumbled against her. “Ah…Audra.” His fingers caressed the outer entrance stirring the heat and the juices he’d rendered.

  “Let me breathe, Max. Please, just wait.” Her mouth said one thing, his did another and heaven help them both how their bodies moved with defiance. His moans of pleasure soon matched hers only his were from the satisfaction of giving and she continued to take every swipe he supplied.

  Surely, he was ready to fuck her.

  And he was. Damn—was he ever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Her body stopped shaking and the unique, delicious spasm subsided. His fingers moved into her, just slightly stretching her with a finger fuck most women would cry for but she was aching for something far more intimate than manual stimulation.

  “Good?” He kissed her pussy good-bye and rose over her then.

  “Fantastic.”

  “I never doubted it by the way you taste.”

  “Should that embarrass me?”

  He looked at her with surprise when he probably realized she was one hundred percent comfortable with him.

  “It doesn’t.”

  “Good, because there are just some things a woman shouldn’t miss in life—that’s one of them.”

  His gaze assured her he planned to revisit often. A hungry man, one in complete awe of a woman, usually does.

  He kissed her belly and fisted his cock at the same time. “I’m not waiting.” Where the rubber came from, she didn’t bother asking, but he had it sheathed completely before she had to worry about it. Thankfully, he didn’t make her ask for it.

  “I’m not about to suggest an intermission.” Her hips rose to meet his and shocking as it may have been for him, for her—for anyone who has ever screwed a virgin—she clasped her legs around his waist and quickly pulled him to her with fierce determination. He sunk right in, a long-awaited sigh of relief and pleasure left behind on his lips.

  “Max!” But she did cry out—in agony, joy, pain, relief, and pleasure all at the same time. Only a simple shout of his name, but did she ever scream. She didn’t think he was huge, but now, good mercy the man filled her up and confined her just by the size of his cock. Brave and fearless, she tightened around him, forcing her inner walls to close around the dick swelling inside her pussy. It hurt, oh how it imposed a heavier weight than she ever expected, but it also reminded her of how much sooner she would feel another wave of ecstasy.

  His hand went to her forehead and he looked deep into her eyes. “Feels that good, huh?” Worried creased his brow and he slid out, part of the way anyway. If he deserted her now, she might view it as a most treacherous act.

  “Don’t suppose you’re interested in giving me a minute?” She closed her eyes to shut him out but to keep him from her focus right then was unthinkable. Suddenly, she forced herself to move with a rise and fall of his strength to guide her.

  His cock rubbed in and out of her vagina. “I’ve probably only got a few seconds to spare here, sweetheart.” Beads of sweat formed across his forehead. Hell must’ve flamed all the hotter the moment she closed around him. She was so tight around his cock that for a minute, just sixty indescribable seconds, she didn’t think he was going to move. Just an inch or two forward or back even, right then would take away the precious moment they wanted to save, lock away with permanent memories and those were the ones to hold in safe-keeping because there were so very few.

  He bent down over her then and kissed her with passion spiraling from his tongue. He lapped at her with sweet flavor tipping his tongue and she gave him a woman’s kiss. Not the girl she’d once thought she might have been but a true full-fledged I’m-now-a-woman kiss.

  And she was.

  Thank God he’d tapped her thin little seal to prove it but now he wanted to break it. Cross all barriers and move in closer, for the best of thrills and the slowest of a virgin kill. Yeah, oh yeah, he was thinking cherry. And with every stroke he took, she was all the more convinced he planned to get it while the getting was a little too good.

  Her hand moved through his thick hair and she drew his neck closer as her mouth covered his ear. “I’m ready
when you are.”

  “Sweetheart, you’ll never be ready for all of this.” His thighs bunched and his cock jumped into action. He moved it in and back out, leaving the tip to do further bidding, and it represented him well. As soon as he left her, she missed him, his dick and the reaction her body had to him when he moved inside of her.

  * * * *

  Why he had to look into her eyes right then was something he’d never later explain, but when he did, he held himself just to the realm of taking his final surge forward. He crushed his molars, yeah he clenched them tight, as he blinked back the fog of acceptance. The final breaking of an independent man.

  “Oh, dear God…” He closed his eyes, shading her, protecting her and himself from the temporary loss of sanity but it was too late. I love her. He already saw everything and with too much clarity. She’s right here and damn it all, she was worth the wait.

  “Please don’t stop. Damn it, don’t you leave me. Not now,” she begged him. She cursed herself and begged him like an experienced woman with a basic need. Maybe she had a new one now. As if it wasn’t enough to satisfy all the others, now she had another one and this one had a name attached to it—“Max Reynolds.”

  He smiled as she said his full name and that’s when he truly fucked her. She was as tight as he realized she’d be because his tongue had that much figured out for him. He still tasted her intimately as he kissed her passionately and his cock hopped right into the excitement. He didn’t know if he could hold back now. Tough shit—she wanted him breaking her in and the ride, painful or not, was hurting them both with a slow burn they had to fizzle out. Damnation, even a woman with loads of experience would cry in his bed but Audra, no, not her, she smiled and took it. Like a champ.

  “Don’t let me hurt you, sweetheart.” Oh, but he would. He would because now he owned a piece of her and his cock moved with a newfound ambition. His hand cupped her neck and he held her in place.

  “Don’t you take your eyes off of me.” He searched her gaze for anything more than pleasure and a sexual appreciation of a man’s body. He wanted to see something more. He wanted to know if they had a chance in hell to end up at this place again. “Oh yeah. That’s it.” The bed was rocking and he saw it. He released his anxiety and inhibitions right when he did. Pleasure crossed over with a reassurance he would revisit her soon and he’d do it often because a woman like Audra would require it.

  His lips fell against hers and only because he didn’t want to say her name again and again. Audra. Her innocence and her name rang out in his head. Audra. He was the one who closed his eyes to prevent him from calling to her more. Audra. God, he’d dreamed of her and now he had her. His eyes flew open. “Audra.”

  * * * *

  When he rolled away from her, the remains of his excitement marked her as he unsheathed himself. Just a drizzle here or there, but marked all the same. He settled back beside her with a smile across his lips. As soon as she felt his cock lay against her, the sticky aftermath drew words because what she said sounded out like music on a casino floor.

  “Trying to brand me as yours now?” She rolled over to her side and waited for an answer. Gooey and delicious, the aftermath of their pleasure, it wasn’t something she’d thought about or anticipated but right then, right there, she found it incredibly sexy. A reminder of several things—she wasn’t a virgin, she wasn’t pure anymore, because she let the man she loved take it all from her. For the first time in her life she felt completely satisfied. Now, she just wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

  * * * *

  He wanted to reply and if she didn’t stop watching him, he’d tell her more than she needed to hear. He fought the temptation and closed his eyes. Smiling, damn he couldn’t hide it, a sated man knows when he appears content and he was one well pleased man. If she wanted to see satisfaction, it wouldn’t take a lot of convincing.

  He released a sigh and pulled her to his chest. Nuzzling her hair, the sweet smell of berries filled his senses and he wanted to keep her in his arms until morning. That’s when things became complicated. He knew he’d hurt her feelings but at the moment, considering the tournament, her cousin and a lot of other reasons he suddenly thought of right then, it was for the best, but it was a split-second decision and typically those were the thoughts he needed to mull over first.

  “Audra, I think you may want to go back to your room.” He cleared his throat. Damn, he didn’t want to hurt her but he didn’t think he could hold her after their lovemaking. He wanted to, but if he did—if he allowed himself to stay there with her, then it would only make things difficult the next day.

  She didn’t act all that shocked by his sudden request. “I guess marking me as yours wasn’t what you had in mind at all, huh?” She snapped at words of disappointment and quickly yanked her clothes from the floor.

  He reached for her. “Audra. Don’t.”

  “You didn’t know what the word meant earlier so don’t you dare try to patronize me now by using it to stop me,” she snapped.

  No, the woman wasn’t surprised by his request, only hurt.

  Sweet fucking hell, she was even more beautiful when she was hurt and angry. “I just wanted to—”

  “What? You wanted to what? Thank me for the fuck? Well, Mr. Reynolds, ditto. Thank you for popping my cherry. Now I can tell everyone I’ve been fucked by the best in the business.” She didn’t bother dressing but headed quickly for the door with her clothes held tightly against her chest.

  “Audra, I just wanted time to—”

  “Great, you’ve got it. Nooooo problem. Time to think and…,” she glanced at the bedside clock, “you have time to bring in another dumb poker playing broad by morning.” She slammed the door behind her as she left. This time, he heard it lock.

  Now, he’d done it. Why did he always fuck up with her? He rolled over on his side and stared at the red digits indicating it was too early for sleep. It didn’t take him long to ruin a good thing. He was a bastard for sending her away.

  He glared at the ceiling and cringed when he heard her shower start. The thought of her washing him off of her just sickened him. Four minutes ago, she’d been wrapped in his arms ready to stay there. Now, just because he had a big fucking mouth, she was on the other side of the wall trying to scrub off every part of him that served as a reminder.

  “I warned you, Audra.” He whispered the words to an empty room but now he wanted to turn back time. He thought she might put up a fight to stay in his bed but instead she tumbled right out. Damn it, he deserved his single life of misery. Audra deserved better. He didn’t have the self-control to turn down opportunity but yet he didn’t mind kicking her out on her pretty little ass after he took what he wanted. Maybe he was one fucked up individual and when he sent her away mere minutes after snatching her virginity, he proved to her once more how low he really could go.

  * * * *

  He had to hand it to her, she wasn’t hard to track down. He inched his way through the crowd and thanked his lucky stars he knew every host in the city. At least, some of those who wanted his business were working late. Once he started calling them, she was located within minutes. Security camera crews everywhere knew the woman stood a great chance of locking up a final table seat so even in a city packed with beautiful women, Audra didn’t have a chance of hiding there. Everyone recognized her.

  Earlier, the slamming sound of the door startled him when he stepped out of the shower. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he’d rushed into the hallway to stop her but she kept moving toward the elevator and never once slowed down to acknowledge him.

  The woman was pissed, and she made mad look hell-hot. No doubt about it. She looked too sexy to go out in Las Vegas alone. Her short skirt hugged perfect hips and that alone drove him to dress fast but he did it with a cell phone to his ear calling in every favor ever owed.

  He gave himself a cursing then and he really cursed her now. He didn’t need to be standing in the middle of Rain, the notorious Palms nightclub.
Looking for her at all wasn’t what he wanted to do in the first place. He needed her in his bed, in his arms dreaming of a full house. Yeah, the kind that didn’t include kids would be nice but he didn’t even object to those short-lived fantasies.

  He stopped walking and shook off the terrifying thought almost as soon as he had the mental image. Why did everything he thought about now include bedding down Audra, and yeah, making the honest woman thing work for her, and maybe even him.

  The dancing crowd slowed him down but he continued through the mist and fog. He hated clubs like these because everyone there seemed to bounce with the tempo and whenever he’d been to Rain in the past, the beat stayed in his heart and chest long after he left. Now, maybe he needed it just to remind him of how alive he felt when he was with her because since she’d left his arms, he felt dead. Totally dead and definitely stupid.

  For two long agonizing years, he’d thought of nothing else. For twenty-four months, he seriously craved a woman he’d never had the opportunity to hold and then in less than ten seconds, he ruined everything. Such a dumb-ass. He didn’t know how to treat a woman, much less a lady, he wanted to claim for his own.

  Maybe the age difference between them provided too much of a separating factor and as he watched a lot of activity on the dance floor, he wondered. She chose a nightclub to work out her frustrations and after the second time of walking through the shoulder to shoulder crowd, he saw his worst fears realized.

  Sandwiched between two men, she danced. The one behind her didn’t touch her but his body insinuated a truly grotesque move. One Max wouldn’t find so appalling if he was the one lucky enough to do it. The guy in front of her made the grave mistake of placing his hands on her hips while pressing his cock into her crotch. He had the longing-eyes thing going on, too. The bastard’s dead. Max picked up his pace and before he got to her, she saw him headed her way.

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