The Seductive Truth

by Elizabeth Lennox

  “And…we had a good day.”

  He led her down the street and pulled open the door to a bar with a hippy-dive feel to it. It was still early enough in the evening that the business crowd hadn’t gotten off work yet. It was also early in the week, most people waiting until Thursday or Friday to start their bar hopping. So, it was easy to find a table in the back of the bar where it was a bit quieter and more secluded. The waitress arrived almost immediately.

  “What do you want to drink?” he asked.

  Tallia had no idea what should be ordered here in New Orleans. She and her friends had been going with lemon drop martinis lately, but they were a bit too strong to be imbibed while around Stephen. “I’ll have a glass of white wine. Whatever is open,” she told the waitress.

  “I’ll have a Dos Equis,” he told the waitress.

  The woman nodded and left, heading over to the bar. “So what did you think of the new immigration policy announced today?” he asked, his muscular arm resting against the back of her chair.

  Her eyes widened and she looked shocked. “What immigration policy? What happened?”

  For the next several hours, they argued about everything…just one issue sliding into the next as they tried to convince the other of their point of view. The waitress arrived occasionally with fresh drinks, and a couple of hours into their debate, she delivered the meal they’d eventually ordered, but neither of them really paid much attention to her.

  The bar had filled up by the time they stopped talking and looked at each other, silence almost heavy and potent now.

  “I need to use the restroom,” she whispered, shocked at how much time had passed since they’d walked into the bar. She stood up on shaky legs and looked around, finding the restrooms at the back of the bar. Thankfully, it wasn’t the weekend, so there wasn’t a long line of women waiting. Why was it that women’s bathrooms always had a line while men could easily go in and out? Why?

  Regardless, she finished in the bathroom and washed her hands, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing?” she asked herself. “Why are you here with him?”

  Her image didn’t give her any answers. But Tallia noticed that her cheeks were flushed and there was a light in her eyes that she’d never noticed before. Was that all because of her conversation with Stephen?

  Impossible!

  And yet…

  With a sigh, she shook her head and turned to leave the bathroom. As soon as she stepped back out into the hallway, she saw him. He was leaning against the wall, waiting for her.

  Their eyes connected and…they both started walking at the same time, meeting in the middle of the hallway. Immediately, he was kissing her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pinned her back against the wall, kissing her. And she kissed him back as if she might just die if he stopped.

  Lifting his head, he looked down at her as she shifted against him, her hips trying to fit more intimately against his. She heard the groan but couldn’t feel any victory because he wasn’t kissing her now. She needed him in ways she didn’t understand, nor did she care to understand at this particular moment. She just knew that if he stopped, she would burst into flames. Actually, she might do that even if he continued. But she didn’t care. Not a bit!

  “Don’t stop!” she gasped and pressed her lips to the column of his neck. She’d wanted to do that ever since…well, she wasn’t really sure because right then, he slid his hand under her sweater and the heat of his hand against her skin made her head swirl. Desire licked at her and she wanted to scream.

  Laughing, frantic voices broke through the thick haze of lust surrounding both of them. Breathing hard, they both pulled back, staring at one another.

  Stephen was the first to react. “We have to get out of here,” he growled. Taking her hand, he pulled her further down the hallway, into the dark. Tallia had no idea where they were going, but at this point, she didn’t care. Never one for public displays, she wanted the darkness so she could kiss him again, feel his hands on her skin. She looked down at their clasped hands, pictured those long, tanned fingers against her breast and just about had a heart attack as her pulse skipped a beat. Several beats, actually.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, feeling as if she should whisper, but not sure why.

  “We’re getting out of here,” he repeated, but then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her once more. Hard. Passionate. Driven. All of those words could be applied to the urgency of his kiss. She felt his hands on her bottom, pulling her hard against his erection and she shifted, needing more and, at this point, she didn’t care who saw what they were doing.

  “Damn it!” He growled and lifted his head to stare down the hallway. He didn’t take his hands off her though. They moved against her skin, holding her hips against his. With her lips free, she kissed a trail through the opening of his shirt, even releasing another button so she had more skin to explore. He muttered another curse under his breath but she wasn’t paying attention to his words now. She was focused on one thing.

  “Back to the hotel,” he ordered. Pulling back, he took her hand and slammed out the back exit of the bar. He took a short moment to get his bearings and pulled her through an alley. There were dumpsters against a brick wall and security lights higher up on the buildings, but at the far end, they could see the street filled with people.

  “This way,” he urged and pulled her along behind him. He wasn’t gentle now and she had to run to keep up with him, but she didn’t care. If it got them to the hotel, to a bed and privacy, she was all for it.

  Thankfully, it was a short walk back to the hotel. When they were in the elevators, he pushed her up against the elevator wall, but he didn’t kiss her.

  “What’s wrong?” she whispered, staring up into his eyes that were heated to a startling silver light.

  “Security cameras,” he explained. “When I make love to you, Tallia, I don’t want an audience.”

  She smiled, thinking he was gloriously male and still thinking of protecting their reputations. “Thank you,” she whispered and lifted up onto her toes to kiss him gently.

  “Save it,” he said, but he lowered his head and met her kiss. Briefly. “You’re going to need all of your energy.”

  She liked the sound of that. Even as she thought about what they were going to do, there were no warning bells ringing in her head. Nothing but desire, hot and heavy, zooming around in her head and throughout her body.

  The elevator doors opened, the soft ping alerting them. Stephen looked over his shoulder at the floor numbers, realized that they were on their floor and he pulled back. Taking her hand, he led her out of the elevators and down the hallway. There, right outside of his suite, he took the key card and shoved the key into the lock. The green light appeared and he shoved open the door, pulled her into his arms at the same time. They barely made it into the suite before he was lifting her up, pinning her to the wall just inside of the doorway as he kissed her again.

  Her sweater had to go. While he held her up with his hips, he pulled back just enough to tug the sweater over her head, tossing it on the floor behind him. As he looked down at what he’d revealed, he shook his head. “You’re perfect,” he growled out. The flowered bra with the black lace edging the cups made his mind splinter into fragments of need. “Perfect!”

  A moment later, he lifted her higher, his arms holding her in the air as his mouth covered one already hard nipple through the soft material of her bra. “More!” she sobbed, her legs already wrapped around his body as she pressed against him. In response, he lowered her, and carried her to the bedroom. With a tumble, they both fell onto the bed.

  Tallia didn’t want to wait. She practically ripped the buttons off his shirt in her frantic efforts to get his shirt out of her way. She needed skin. She needed to see him without the barriers of his clothing and feel every part of him. She knew that if she didn’t have her hands against his skin soon, she was going to burst into flames.

  But the
moment the material was gone she couldn’t slow down. She felt him rip the straps of her bra down to reveal her breasts, and then his hot mouth was covering her nipple once more. But this time, there was no material to protect her breast from the heat of his mouth. It was almost painfully good. Screaming her desire, she grabbed his head to keep his mouth there, doing just that. “Yes!” she screamed, writhing underneath him as the intensity shot up several more levels.

  He pulled away and she whimpered, but when she looked up at him as he stood beside the bed, she realized that he was stripping off his clothes. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, watching him with wonder, amazement. Tallia was unaware of her mouth falling open as she watched him. Nor was she aware of her breasts exposed, plumped up with the cups of her bra pushed underneath each of them. All she knew was that Stephen was even more amazing than she’d ever thought possible. His shoulders appeared wider now that she could see all of him. And the muscles lining his shoulders, bulging across his arms and biceps, were drool worthy. Then her eyes dipped lower as his fingers pulled open his belt, the zipper lowering and she watched, eager and fascinated as the rest of his body was revealed.

  Instead of lying there, leaning on her elbows, Tallia pushed herself up onto her knees, gasping when his erection sprang free. The darker curls around his shaft were fascinating. But the erection itself was…magnificent! She’d never seen one so large and she reached out, her hand sliding up his rock hard thighs to encircle him with her fingers.

  She heard a groan, then felt his hand pulling her fingers away.

  Looking up at him, she silently questioned him.

  “I can’t handle that now, Tallia. Later,” he promised, then kicked off his shoes. His pants and socks were gone a moment later. “Now…” he said, standing in front of her completely naked. “I believe it is your turn,” he said with an almost conversational tone. But that was the end of polite conversation. With a lift under her arms, she was flipped onto her back. Still standing beside the bed, his fingers curled onto the waistband of her leggings and peeled them down her legs.

  “Nice,” he muttered, as his fingers moved to her panties. Instead of peeling them off, with a flick of his wrist, the material tore away from her body. She gasped, shocked by the sound, and then her body reacted to his urgency. The sound actually ratcheted up her desire even more. Why tearing clothes turned her on so much, she wasn’t sure, but nor could she figure it out at the moment because he put a hand on each of her knees and spread her legs, looking down at her. For a long moment, he just stood there, staring. She tried to close her legs, but he was stronger and held her open for his almost casual perusal.

  She should have known that there was nothing casual about his look though. A moment later, he spread her legs wider, tucked his hands underneath her bottom and lifted her up to his mouth while lowering himself down to the bed.

  It took about three seconds of his hot mouth against her core before she was screaming with her first climax. If she’d known what he was going to do, she would have stopped him, not wanting to lose control so quickly into the process. But he didn’t give her a chance and her whole body throbbed against his mouth.

  Slowly, he eased away from her, but his mouth only moved along her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs, then shifting to her stomach as he worked his way up her body, nibbling here and there until he latched onto her breast again.

  The whole time, Tallia could barely breathe. He didn’t give her time to recuperate after that first climax, and her body was still throbbing with pleasure when he started all over again. “Please,” she sobbed when his teeth scraped against the tip, making her mind blur. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her body up, silently begging him to fill her, to make her whole.

  “Later,” he promised, his hand coming up to tease the other breast while he tormented the first one.

  “Stephen!” she yelled, arching against him. She wanted to run away but, at the same time, beg him to keep going as the horrific pleasure made her crazy. “No more! This has to stop!” she yelled at him, unaware of her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders or the way her legs were pulling her hips up, silently begging him.

  “I don’t think so,” he told her and moved his head to her other breast, tormenting her tender nipple with his teeth and his tongue.

  “No!” she screamed and tried to wiggle away. But he was stronger and already anticipating her move. His body stopped her from escaping, pinning her to the mattress so he could have his wicked way with her.

  “I like this,” he commented, looking down at the rosy tip. “You’ve been driving me nuts for the past few days. This is retribution.”

  Her body froze, her eyes staring up at him. “How have I made you crazy? I haven’t done anything to you!”

  He shook his head, moving his lips to her neck, his thumb and forefinger pinching both of her nipples at the same time.

  Putting a hand on each side of his head, she held him there. “Stephen, there will be plenty of time to drive me crazy later. But,” she shifted her hips against his, “wouldn’t it be nice to just…finish this one time?”

  He looked down at her breasts, then into her eyes. “You promise I can make you nuts later?” he asked.

  She nodded her head, unaware of her pink tongue coming out to lick her lips. That was his undoing and he groaned as he reached into the bedside table to grab a condom. She noticed that it was a new box, almost as if he’d bought it just recently. For some reason, that really made her warm and giddy inside.

  But then he shifted, tearing open the package.

  “May I do that?” she asked.

  He shook his head and grabbed the hand that reached out to touch him. “Not now. Maybe after about six or seven times with you.”

  Tallia’s eyes widened, both with his rejection of her assistance as well as the promise of six or seven times. “Hopefully, not all tonight,” she teased.

  He nodded his head as he finished rolling the condom on. As he pressed her back down against the mattress, he purred, “That’s six or seven times tonight before I let you help me, honey.”

  She couldn’t voice her shock because he was lifting her leg, wrapping it back around his waist as he slowly pressed into her. She was tight and gasped when he started to fill her up.

  “How long has it been since the last time you had sex?” he asked, sounding like he’d just run a marathon.

  She turned her head, closing her eyes as she shifted her hips, trying to take more of him. “A while,” she gasped as he pushed deeper. “Yes!” Shifting again, she pressed her heels against the small of his back. “Deeper,” she pleaded.

  “I can’t, honey. You’re too tight,” he said and pulled back out.

  “I’m not! I can take it! Please!” she sobbed.

  He pressed into her again, going deeper this time. Slowly, he shifted in and out of her heat, moving deeper each time, pressing into her then pulling out so he didn’t hurt her. The last time, she lifted her hips up, taking all of him into her body and she groaned with the sensation of feeling full. Feeling right!

  “Yes,” she sighed, her hands holding onto his shoulders. He paused, letting her adjust to his size. When she opened her eyes, trying to figure out why he wasn’t moving, she held her breath with the look she saw there.

  “How long, Tallia?” he demanded, holding most of his weight off of her with his elbows on either side of her head.

  “A while,” she admitted.

  “How long?”

  Shrugging and tightening her inner muscles, she was desperate to find release. This was torture. Was he trying to kill her with pleasure? It was working! “About two years,” she finally admitted.

  A tenderness hit him with that admission. She was so lovely, so sexually vibrant, it was hard to believe that this gentle, amazing woman had been without sex for two years. But the evidence was there, surrounding him, clamping down on his erection unlike anything he’d ever felt. “That’s a long time, honey,” he
whispered, before he finally started moving. Slowly at first, but when her mouth opened in shock and pleasure, he moved faster, pressing into her, stroking her insides and shifting angles, moving with her.

  Wanting to give her the most pleasure possible, he moved, shifted, trying to find the right angle. When her mouth fell open and she arched against him, he realized that she was searching for the same thing and he just let her do her thing. But it was difficult, feeling her move like that as he thrust into her tight sheath. She was everything and he was struggling to hold back.

  He knew the exact moment that she was about to climb over that edge and reached down to help her, his fingers rubbing against that small bud. Then she splintered apart and he could no longer hold back. The convulsive tightening of her inner muscles pulled him right over with her. It felt like he was pouring out his life into her body, even his spine tingled as the orgasm hit him.

  As the throbbing slowed, he looked down, worried that he might have hurt her in the heat of the moment. But the look of pure exultation in her face made his own pleasure even more intense.

  Rolling to the side, he pulled her with him, not willing to relinquish her touch. He knew that he should take care of the condom, but he needed a moment, just a moment, to catch his breath.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, still huffing as if he’d just run ten miles.

  She didn’t respond and he lifted his head, looking down at her. When he saw her in the same condition, he smiled to himself. Yeah, she was okay. Better than okay.

  Her hand fluttered over his chest and his body instantly reacted. “Not yet. I need a moment.”

  When he heard her giggle, he lifted his head again. “Something funny?” he asked.

  She looked up at him, her fingers still caught by his hand. “No.”

  He growled and pushed away from the bed. “I’ll be right back, and then you’re going to explain,” he warned as he moved into the bathroom. After tossing the condom and rinsing off, he came back to find her curled up, her eyes almost closed. “Don’t you dare,” he growled and pulled her back into his arms. She settled perfectly against him, her head resting on his shoulder and her hand doing that fluttering thing against his chest.