by J. D. Chase
Suddenly the most delicious sensation emanated from his finger, making my muscles grip it even tighter. I was confused until I heard a slight buzzing noise and realized it wasn’t his finger after all. Something was vibrating. Vibrating inside me. And it was sooooo good!
Without warning, the sensation increased dramatically and I assumed Lucas had changed the setting. The tension on the nipple clamps increased too. I was panting and moaning softly when he began to stimulate my clitoris with his finger. Oh dear lord! I knew I would orgasm in no time at all when I heard that sexy-as-fuck voice growl, “Don’t come until I tell you.” That alone almost finished me off.
I forced myself to take deep breaths and tried to ignore what was happening to my body. I thought of anything to distract me. The color scheme for the second apartment at mini-Dakota. Scott being trailed by a team of former spies. I could feel a bead of sweat running between my breasts. Then I thought of Joel. That worked a treat. So I concentrated on hating him and all that he’d done to Lucas and what he might be up to now. Along with the deep breathing, it helped to keep me just on the brink of climax until Lucas began to pinch and rub my clit more forcefully.
I could hear my ragged deep breaths and feel my damp skin as I fought to keep control of my impending orgasm. Just as I thought I was going to lose the battle, I heard Lucas mutter, “Come for me, my love. Let it go.” And I did. Boy, I did! An orgasm of cataclysmic proportions tore through my body. The vibration continued but the hand disappeared from my clit as my back arched and I almost screamed out my release. Pain flared from one nipple then the other and they began to throb. And that throb echoed inside me, driving my climax on and on as my body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably. I could hear my voice but I had no idea what I was crying out.
As the last shocks left my body and I became aware that the vibration had ceased. I sneaked a look at my breasts and noticed that the clamps had been removed too. I was just getting my breath back when Lucas lifted me and cradled me in his arms. I snuggled into his chest, my post-orgasmic haze making me sleepy. I felt him kiss my forehead before his dominant tone said, “This is no time for sleeping. We’ve only just begun.”
My eyelids flicked open in surprise. My mind churned with indignant protests. How could he wring such massive orgasms from my body and expect me to be ready to continue? Didn’t he realize that all I wanted to do was sleep? There was no way that my body would react to him again yet. No chance of another orgasm.
He grinned one of those infuriatingly cocky grins . . . infuriating because they were so damn sexy. Then he laid me across the bed on my back, pulling my head close to the edge. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Issy. Part of me wants to devour you, to ravage your body, taking all you have to give and fucking you so hard and fast that it would probably tear you apart. The other part of me wants to cradle you in my strong arms and keep you safe from harm and close to my heart forever,” he said with utter sincerity.
I was stunned. He’d been in dominant-Lucas mode and this heartfelt admission was unexpected. And it was straight from the heart, I knew that. I was choked because, given the choice, that was exactly how I wanted him to feel about me: To cherish and protect me but also to push my mind and body to their limits during our lovemaking. I’d never expected to feel that way about a man and I certainly hadn’t expected a man to feel that way about me.
I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye and run slowly down my cheek. Immediately, Lucas’ lips caught it and kissed along its trail to my eye. He softly kissed my eyelid as he muttered, “Issy, I’m sorry. I should be the one to kiss your tears away but I shouldn’t be the one to cause them.” His voice was raw.
I lifted my chin and pressed my lips to his briefly. “Oh, Lucas, that was a tear of happiness. I’m not sure I’ve ever had one before. You can be the cause of them anytime.” I smiled and rubbed my nose against his as my hands came up to cup his face. I kissed him deeply and he responded immediately. Several minutes later, we were both breathless and horny as hell. So much for my belief that my body would be unable to respond!
“I believe we were just getting started, Mr. Hunter,” I panted.
He stood and pulled me backwards a little so my head was hanging over the edge of the mattress. I watched, albeit upside down, as he slid those jeans down his long, lean legs, then stepped out of them before casting them aside. As he straightened, I was mesmerized by a certain part of his anatomy. Even when viewed upside down, it was beautiful. It stood proud and erect, graceful yet commanding. I heard Lucas’ sharp intake of breath and, when I flicked my eyes upward, I could see he was staring at my face. I smirked when I realized I’d been caught licking my lips in anticipation. The corner of his mouth twitched but his eyes were seductively dark. “Did you forget to avert your eyes? Hmm?”
I immediately closed my eyes as he continued, “Well, Miss Prince. You obviously want it, so who am I to deny you?”
He stepped up to me, wrapped my hair around his wrist, and tugged my head down. God! It’s sooooo hot when he does that! I felt my sex clench a little and my nipples stood to attention. I closed my eyes, thinking that I didn’t know whether I was proud or frustrated that my body betrayed me so easily.
There was no denying my arousal around this man when he was in his dominant guise. Every time he looked at me, spoke to me, or touched me, I became instantly aroused. Even when he wasn’t being dominant, he was very sexually attractive. It occurred to me then that my arousal had heightened since I’d become emotionally attached to him. I was brought back from my musings when a firm, silky soft object pressed against my lips and Lucas said, “Open your eyes. You can look at me now.”
My eyes sprang open but I knew what it was. I opened my lips and Lucas pushed his hips forward. I wrapped my tongue and my lips around the smooth shaft. He was still holding my head in position with my hair; my head was back as far as it could go, opening up my throat to welcome him. Slowly he pushed in further and further. I felt him in the back of my throat. My eyes widened in alarm but he whispered for me to relax, saying it would be fine if I didn’t panic. I looked into his eyes and reminded myself that I trusted him completely.
I breathed deeply through my nose and tried to relax my throat. Lucas waited patiently. When I felt my muscles go lax, I nodded slightly and he resumed pushing forward slowly. I marveled at the stretch that I felt in my throat; his girth was impressive. For a second, thoughts of my gag reflex being triggered and me retching shot into my mind. I immediately forced them aside and concentrated on breathing deeply and keeping my throat relaxed. I felt my jaw begin to ache slightly; my mouth truly was wide open.
“Well done, gorgeous,” he whispered. “You’ve taken it all the way down. Stay relaxed; I’m going to withdraw partway and then push back in all the way. Okay?” His expression was one of awe and pride.
I nodded—well, as much as I could with his shaft in the back of my throat. Pride flared through me at his words. I’d done it. I’d taken his majestic cock all the way down my throat. I’d tried deep throating before but never at this angle and I found that men usually tried to force things along too quickly or abruptly. I hadn’t thought I could do it. I was so happy that I’d done it for Lucas. I thought of it as payback for all the amazing things he did to my body.
Feeling proud and happy helped to keep me relaxed and soon he was fucking my mouth in a slow, fluid motion. Suddenly, he withdrew almost all of the way then stilled, reached forward and lifted my legs into the air. Then he bent and began to lick my slit with a firm, flattened tongue. Long, slow licks. I moaned around his cock and he began to thrust slowly and gently. It was quite literally the best feeling in the world. I’d enjoyed 69s but this . . . this was like comparing tap water to champagne—both were drinks, but so very different. It was an extreme 69 and I loved it. Before long, he was fucking my mouth with his cock and fucking my pussy with his tongue. His fingers gently massaged my clit and it was all I could do not to arch my back or writhe under him. I contented m
yself with digging my nails into his ass cheeks.
I felt very warm and my thighs began to tremble as my orgasm prepared to let loose. As my body jerked and bucked, I heard him hiss that he was about to come. I felt him begin to withdraw so I grabbed his butt and pulled him back in. His hot, salty seed spurted into the back of my throat, almost choking me. Swallowing around him was not easy—especially since I was fighting gravity as well as the storm of my orgasm. I had to release him and let him pull out; his throbbing cock still spurting—it sprayed all over my breasts.
As my senses cleared, I looked up to gauge his expression. I hated that I’d not managed to swallow all of his essence; I felt a failure. I wondered whether Lucas thought that too. I’d wanted to do it to please him and to make him proud of me. I loved it when he praised me. I’d had so little personal praise or attention during my life that it was a novelty and it meant the world coming from him. But I couldn’t see his expression because his head was thrown back so I could only see his neck.
I closed my eyes and hoped he wasn’t disappointed. I started when I felt a hand on the back of my neck, lifting up my head gently. I looked up and saw Lucas smiling down at me. My stomach muscles, that I hadn’t realized had clenched, relaxed instantly. My neck muscles however, were stiff and painful and I winced as he held my head. Instantly, concern flooded his features and he crouched down, demanding to know where it hurt and how much.
Immediately, I was whisked off to the shower and placed under the jets of hot water as he gently massaged my neck and shoulders. I assured him that I was fine but his concern for my wellbeing was obvious. Then I apologized for not being able to swallow but his finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. He brought his face down to mine and whispered, “You did amazingly well. I tried to pull out because there was no way you were going to be able to swallow at that angle. The fact that you wanted to and that you tried so valiantly, makes me feel so proud and honored.”
My heart swelled at his words and I hugged him closer. “And I’m honored to have you. When I think how easily I could have lost you—”
“Shhhh!” His finger was back against my lips. “Don’t ask me how but I know this, we would never have lost each other, Issy. We would have found a way back to each other eventually. We are meant to be. And know this: If we are ever parted again, I would find you and have you back in my arms whatever it took, however long it took, I would do it or I would die trying.”
Out of nowhere, I began to sob. Huge wracking sobs that shook my whole frame. “It’s . . . okay . . . happy . . . tears,” I managed in between sobs.
He held me under the jets of water, kissing my forehead and caressing me with his hands until my sobs subsided.
That night, we snuggled extra close and slept the night through with limbs and hearts entwined. In fact, we were both still fast asleep when the alarm sounded. We had sleepy kisses and cuddles before falling into the shower together. A shower that took much, much longer than was decent but left us both with color in our cheeks.
We went down to Lucas’ office together to finalize my designs for the second apartment at mini-Dakota after I’d had Jenson look them over. The morning passed quickly with both of us engaged in our work. Lucas had a late lunchtime meeting with Carter so I wandered down to my favorite deli. Just as I was about to enter, I caught sight of Scott on the sidewalk opposite. I called and waved and invited him to join me for lunch. He looked hesitant but he eventually decided to join me.
We ordered and took a table. The atmosphere was a little strained to begin with. He was clearly still uncomfortable from our conversation the day before. I made an effort to be extra friendly and instigated a chat about the imminent tour. He soon relaxed and began chatting about it. I remembered about Lucas’ meeting with the record company boss on Wednesday and raised the subject. I should’ve known better.
His face clouded over and I could’ve kicked myself. Of course he wouldn’t want to discuss anything that involved Lucas . . . especially something that involved Lucas helping the band. I tried to change the subject but he interrupted me.
“Look Issy, I know he’s your boyfriend and you think the sun shines out of his ass but he’s not the guy you think he is.”
I could feel anger and resentment rising within me. I took a deep breath to try to remain calm and not exacerbate the issue. “Scott, you’re entitled to your opinion and nobody says that you have to like him but you really don’t know him at all. I know him a hell of a lot more than you do. Please, if you’ve nothing nice to say about him, please don’t say anything at all—especially when you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I almost recoiled from the venomous expression on his face. “I do,” he spat, leaning right in towards my face. “I know for a fact that he isn’t being honest with you.”
I could feel my heart accelerating and my color rising. “And just what is he being dishonest about?” I said as calmly as I could manage.
He opened his mouth and then closed it again. He sat back in his seat and his expression became neutral. “Nothing. Just forget I said anything,” he said, nonchalantly.
“Oh yeah, that’ll work!” I cried incredulously. I leaned in closer. “I want to know exactly what you meant and I want to know now. Don’t you dare hold anything back from me, Scott, or our friendship is over. Do you understand?”
We were momentarily interrupted by the waitress bringing our lunches. I smiled and thanked her but as soon as she turned to walk away, I stared pointedly at Scott and awaited his reply.
He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. I could tell that he was debating whether or not to tell me . . . probably looking for a way out of this without telling me, I thought bitterly. I decided not to give him time to think of one. “I’m waiting, Scott. You have ten seconds or I walk out of that door and our friendship is over. For good.”
He looked into my eyes and seemed resigned to his fate. I had no idea which way it would go. He sighed and looked down at his hands. “I don’t know everything that’s going on but you know how you said that Lucas hadn’t been to a BDSM club or been in a relationship for years?”
I nodded mutely, not liking where this conversation was heading.
“Yeah, well I happen to know that he was lying on both counts. He frequents Odyssey, the same club that I took you to, and he’s . . . let’s just say he’s very close to the manageress . . . and I do mean very close.” He was almost sneering by the time he’d finished speaking. My stomach contracted as I absorbed his words but, almost immediately, a little voice in my mind reminded me of Scott’s inherent dislike of Lucas and his apparent jealousy of our relationship. Then I recalled seeing Joel talking to Scott. I instantly suspected foul play and my stomach muscles relaxed a little. I remembered that I hadn’t had a chance to fill Scott in what had happened since I’d fled from Lucas after Joel’s surprise visit but I wanted to hear what he had to say about Lucas before I told him. I thought it best to hear what he’d got to say before I corrected him.
“What makes you say that, Scott?” I asked, trying to maintain a neutral tone.
“I say it because it’s true,” he retorted smugly.
“So you say but how do you know these alleged facts?”
He glared at me coldly. “You know me better than to doubt my word, Issy. When have I ever lied to you? In fact, when have you ever known me to lie, period?”
I had to agree with him; he’d always been honest with me. But I had no reason to doubt Lucas either. Although I knew that if Joel was involved, there was every reason to disbelieve Scott’s revelation. I suddenly knew what had happened. Joel had filled Scott’s head with lies that he’d readily believed because of his grudge against Lucas. So he didn’t think he was telling lies—he’d simply believed Joel’s tale.
I smiled and shook my head. “No, Scott. I’ve never known you to lie and I don’t think you are telling lies . . . at least not intentionally. You’ve just been misinformed that’s all. What you say isn’t true.
And you don’t know all there is to know about Joel . . . or Lucas.”
He looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and pity. “And you just don’t want to hear the truth because in your eyes he can do no wrong. But he can and is—he’s doing you wrong. He’s no saint, Issy. I guarantee you that he is far from perfect.”
“I never said he was perfect,” I snapped then, realizing how defensive I sounded, I continued in a calmer tone. “Lucas would be the first to say he wasn’t perfect and, to be honest, Scott, who is? Certainly not me . . . or you.” I maintained an impassive expression as I awaited his reply.
I saw what looked like annoyance flicker across his face. “Some people stray further from the path of perfection than others.” Then his features softened with what could only have been pity before he continued, “I just hate to see you being lied to and cheated on. I take no pleasure from telling you this, Issy. Believe me, I’ve struggled with my conscience since I found out. Should I tell you or shouldn’t I? I just wasn’t sure what to do.”
It was as if a cold hand had taken my heart in its grasp and squeezed slowly but surely. For some unfathomable reason, although I didn’t want to, I somehow believed that Scott was telling me the truth. Suddenly I felt a burning in my chest and I think I was on my feet and heading for the bathroom before my brain registered the bile surging up from my stomach.
I raced inside the bathroom and violently threw up. I was thankful I hadn’t had a chance to touch my lunch. My skin was cold and clammy as I sat back on my heels. Scott thinks Lucas is cheating on me! At a sex club . . . with the gorgeous manageress. As my brain registered it, my stomach protested again and I threw myself forward once more, over the toilet.