by Marie James
“Mmm.” She’s purring against the skin on my upper abs, and my cock jolts at being ignored, jumping against my lower stomach as if it’s reaching for her, urging her to take notice. The one quick brush of her hand down my length earlier will never be enough, but at the same time, I know the flimsy job she did tying my wrists will keep us from doing anything today. I can’t put her in danger, but I think I love her a little more with the way she’s letting this play out. She’s doing her best to tend to my needs, to attempt to keep both of us safe.
She understands from the last time we were granted time together that seeing her is the fastest way to wake my demons and in turn the quickest way to lose control and hurt her.
The cold air on the tip of my wet cock is the equivalent of getting dropped in the middle of Lake Erie in the winter. A full-body shiver works its way over every inch of my skin, leaving goose bumps behind in its wake.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, eyes wide open, yet still blinded by the mask.
“Making you more comfortable.” My hips surge upward when her soft lips brush my thigh as her hands work the fabric of my boxers down my legs. This can’t happen, but God save me, I lift a little higher to aid the removal.
“I was fucking comfortable,” I somehow manage even when I feel the rush of her warm breath over my sack. “Molly, please don’t. It’s too much.”
“It’s a dream,” she whispers. “Do you want to wake up?”
Torn, I don’t know what to tell her. I know if I tell her to stop, she would, but fuck if just the thought of her lips on me doesn’t make my spine tingle and my balls draw up higher than they ever have before.
“We can just make out.” My cock jerks again at the suggestion.
She slides her body up mine, just the thin fabric of her dress brushing over my length on the way up. The friction is both heaven-sent and burns like the fires of Hell.
“Goddamn,” I groan as my hips rotate, looking for more pressure.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You.” I’m breathless, completely at her mercy, which amazingly is somehow keeping the devil inside me quiet for the time being, but it’s the knowledge that he won’t stay at rest for long that worries me.
“You want me to take my panties off? Slide my pussy down your thick cock?”
Jesus, and I thought her calling me baby got me revved up.
“Please don’t.” I swallow thickly. “Couldn’t handle that.”
“You’re tied up,” she reminds me, and I don’t miss the increased pressure as she settles her body a little more on top of me. “You’re my captive today.”
“You know better than that,” I warn.
“Let’s test the theory.”
“Molly?”
She’s gone, lifting her body off of mine in the flash of a second.
I nearly come out of my skin when her tongue licks from my tight nuts to the sensitive head of my cock.
“Jesus, fuck.”
“Mmm,” she purrs again before swiping over the slit. “Your taste.”
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
“I didn’t think—” She licks at me again. “Wow.”
“Please,” I groan, and right now I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m asking for. Torn between give me more, and stop right now, I just dig my teeth into my bottom lip until I taste blood and grip the wooden slats of the headboard until my knuckles ache.
“Do you want to wake up?” she whispers against my hot flesh.
“Never,” I moan.
“Is this dream different from your other ones?”
That she knows something I’ve never even voiced makes me love her even more. My sexual deviances don’t stop when I pass out. They continue, growing increasingly violent and devious with each REM cycle, something she somehow knows. The women in my dreams are faceless, but even in slumber, I know she’s the one beneath me begging to be released, pleading with me not to hurt her. A better man would be disgusted by that. I wish I were a better man.
“Yes,” I answer, unsure of how much time has passed since she asked her question.
“How?” she prods before her salacious tongue swipes at me again.
I swallow, throat so dry words are nearly impossible. “My dreams are violent.”
“Mmm,” she hums against me.
“They’re so fucking filthy, they should be illegal.” Hell, they are illegal if brought to life.
“Filthy sounds nice.”
I nearly knock her to the floor when she sucks one of my nuts into her mouth, but she’s resilient and must have predicted my reaction because her hands are clamped on my thighs, fingers digging deliciously into my skin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I pant. “Please.”
“Please more?” Releasing me, she wastes no time sucking the other into her mouth. “Or please stop?”
Unable to respond, I concentrate on controlling my breathing.
“Or please this?”
With swiftness my jumbled brain can’t understand, her mouth is on me, sliding down my length. She doesn’t go far, her inexperience and my thickness preventing that from happening, but it’s enough. Fuck, is it enough. My hips jerk without warning, and the gagging sound as she’s choked by me is paradise in a fucking bottle. It’s my filthy fantasy come to life, my dreams made a reality.
TJ is into blood, reveling in the spill of someone’s life rushing over his hands, but the breathless sounds Molly is making with my cock buried in her throat is my devious need.
Unable to control her body’s reaction to my invasion, she continues to gag, even though I can hear the harsh pulls of breath from her nose. She’s uncomfortable, but not in any danger. That’s my reasoning. That’s the lie I tell myself so I can continue to bury myself in her as deep as her body will allow.
The penetrating pain from her fingernails in my legs isn’t enough to make me stop. Subconsciously, I know she can pull away at any time. She’s on top after all. I’m not restraining her or forcing her. She doesn’t move to get away. If anything, she bends lower and gives me exactly what I crave.
My toes clench, seizing up to the point of pain, but I don’t warn her. I don’t speak one fucking word as my hips punch up as high as I can manage, and I spill into her mouth. The gagging continues, carrying a sputtering edge that nearly makes me spew even more.
Her once gripping fingers are now pushing against me. The sting she leaves behind is calming, eye-opening. Wiggling my head, I force the eye mask from my face. Expecting her to be looking at me in disgust, I’m confused by the wicked smile playing on her swollen lips. When her tongue snakes out to lick at the cum dripping on her chin, I’m fucking lost, realizing that no matter what punishment might come from Lynch for invading his sister like I just did, it was worth every fucking second.
“Clean me up,” I command, not giving her one second to think twice about what we’ve done. She woke this damn beast, and I’ll be damned if she’s going to be protected from him now.
“W-what?” Her hand brushes her lips, and I hate that she’s wiping me away.
“Clean me. No,” I hiss when she makes a move to get off the bed. “With your mouth, Molly.”
Chapter 29
Molly
“M-my mouth?” I stammer. The task doesn’t seem all that complicated, and with the taste of him fading on my tongue, I’m desperate for more. His eyes on me are the difference. With them covered, I could pretend I was in control, pretend I was the one with all the power. That’s no longer the case.
A slow, lewd head nod is his only response. I sense the challenge, the daring edge to his request. He’s testing me, trying to determine if there’s even a chance for us, if I’m strong enough to handle a man like him. I knew he’d push my boundaries, even though I have no idea what they are exactly. His needs and desires are way past the conventional line of sexual experience, and damn if I don’t want to follow him into
the darkness.
“Now.”
I’m bending over, my tongue swiping at what I couldn’t handle when he exploded in a flash. He’s still hard; still a menacing threat in size, and that knowledge is like a knife to my gut.
Tears are pooling in my eyes when I’m done fulfilling his command. I may not have had sex before, but I know men don’t stay hard and thick after they’ve orgasmed. Only when they’re satisfied and replete, do they soften. His erection hasn’t flagged, so I know how much of a disappointment I must be for him.
“I’ll go,” I mutter as I move to climb off the bed.
“Molly?”
This is what I get for being a dumb little girl trying to take care of a grown man.
I’m caught with a gripping hand around my small wrist before I can get far.
“How did—” Looking down at my arm first, my eyes jolt up to the discarded belt still hanging loosely around the headboard slats.
“Did you really think I couldn’t get loose?”
I avoid his blue gaze, especially with the humor lighting his tone. I’m a joke. My attempt to please him has backfired. His need to protect me will come next. I just know it.
“Where are you going?”
“Back home,” I mutter, attempting to pull myself free from his grasp.
“Do you really think I’m going to let you walk out of here unsatisfied?”
“Like I’ve left you?” I snap my head around to look at him, daring him to deny it.
His eyes narrow, lip twitching with unwelcome mirth. “What part of blowing down your throat like a geyser makes you think I didn’t enjoy what you just did?”
“You’re still hard.” I hope he hears the accusation in my voice.
“Because I want to fuck you.”
“Just what I need.” No longer able to hold his gaze, I look down at his hand still clamped on my arm. “To lose my virginity because of a pity fuck. Let me go.”
“No,” he snaps. “You need to open your fucking mouth and use your damn words. I can’t read your fucking mind, but fuck if I’ll let you leave here right now without explaining why in the hell you’re acting like this.”
“You weren’t satisfied!” I yell, not worried about the other people in the clubhouse until I hear my confession echo around us. “I can’t please you. I understand why you’ve continuously pushed me away. You knew I wasn’t enough for you, but you’re too nice to just come out and say it.”
“Baby.” His voice softens, now so close he’s whispering against my neck. “Look at me.”
I refuse, keeping my eyes lowered to my fisted hands.
“Feel me.” The pressure on my wrist increases until he’s urging me to wrap my fingers around his length. “I’m not hard because you couldn’t satisfy me. I’m rock solid because I want you so much, because I can’t get enough of you, because I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that your body becomes home.”
Shaking my head, I deny his explanation.
“I have never come so hard in my life.” He groans as his hand covering mine strokes him.
The sounds wash over me, renewing the unfulfilled need that was pulsing through me earlier.
“Are you wet for me? Did wrapping those perfect lips around my cock turn you on?”
“Oh God,” I whisper.
“Are you hurting with need? Confused by the emptiness even though you’ve never been filled?”
How does he—?
“Is your skin on fire?” I shudder when his free hand trails lightly down my spine. “Can I taste you?”
My eyes snap up to his.
“Come here.” Lying back against the pillows, he urges me up his chest.
“I’m afraid I’ll be hard for you every second for the rest of my life,” he explains against my mouth. “My cock needs you, wants you so much it isn’t going to waste a second needing a recharge, no matter how many times I come.”
Trembling from head to toe with his admission, I can no longer concentrate on fisting his dick, but before I can feel guilty about not giving him what he needs, his mouth finds mine.
“Are you ready?” he whispers against my lips. My head is nodding, answering for me without my brain even getting involved. “Then why are you shaking?”
“I—” I clear my throat when the word comes out like gravel. “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
His brows draw together, creating the crease in his forehead that I love so much.
“I want it,” I assure him, not wanting him to back away. “I just hear the first time hurts.”
“From who?” The confusion doesn’t clear.
“Anyone and everyone I’ve talked to who’ve lost their virginity.”
“Virginity?” His head shakes violently. “I’m not going to fuck you, Molly.”
Disappointment overpowers the anxiousness. “What?”
“I want to eat your pussy. Taste you on my lips, drink you down my throat. I’m not fucking you.”
“Ever?”
A wide smile spreads his face. “Not today, baby.”
His lips brush mine before his hunger takes over and he dives in deeper.
“Goddamn.” He licks into my mouth again. “I taste good on your tongue.”
Moaning when he sucks on my tongue to the point of pain, I’m lost in him. I’d do anything this man asked me to do. If his hands around my throat is what he needs, I’d tilt my chin back and offer it to him.
“I bet,” he pauses, taking the time to nip at my chin, “I bet there are parts of you that will taste even better.”
My body trembles at the suggestion.
“I want that,” I confess breathlessly.
“Up here.” He tugs at my waist, urging me to straddle his face.
My mind flashes back to the moment I walked in on Zoe and Lynch her first night here, and a rush of eagerness urges me higher up his chest. I move so fast he chuckles when I clock him in the arm with my knee rather than wincing in pain from the impact.
“You smell divine.” His nose sweeps down my seam as his hands grip the now abrading fabric of my dress. My nipples tighten against the lace of my bra, but I don’t remove it. Getting him like this, so hungry that he’s forgotten all the reasons why this is a bad idea, has been less of a challenge than I thought it would be, but there’s still the chance of him putting an end to this.
I reach for the discarded eye mask near his head, but he shakes his head when I try to pull it over his eyes.
“I don’t need that.” His eyes flutter closed as his tongue licks at my panties, tracing the apex of me in one languid stroke. When he tilts his head back, taking in a deep, drawing breath, I reach between us and pull my panties to the side.
His tongue sneaks out again, meeting flesh instead of fabric, and his eyes snap open. I expect him to stop, to tell me this wasn’t his intention, so my hand clasps the back of his head and pushes him against me. He never falters again, never takes his mouth from me. Surprisingly, he never closes his eyes either. They stare up at me, bright blue orbs reaching into my soul as he removes me from the plains of the earth and sends me floating in the atmosphere with pleasure I never thought possible.
I don’t feel anything but his working tongue on my body. The concentration of attention in that one tiny spot is enough to make me jerk against him. I want to press harder against him and pull away because the sensations possessing me are too much to handle.
“Don’t move,” he growls as his tongue slips between my lips and explores the depths that need him.
That clenching, the emptiness he spoke of earlier is back with a vengeance, but he swats my hand away when I reach for myself. He bites at me, nipping my swollen clit in punishment, but it only makes me ache for him more.
“Please,” I beg, unsure of exactly what I’m needing.
I need less.
I need more.
All of it.
None of it.
Everything and nothing at all.
“Ohhh,” I moan when
the tightness in my core grips me into almost seizure-like need.
I felt only a shadow of this the day he pressed himself against me, rubbing his thickness over the exact spot he’s sucking on now, but today is going to be different. Today every muscle in my body is poised, waiting for release.
“Fuck,” he hisses, taking one long breath before he dives back in. “Give it to me.”
I implode, convulsing against his mouth so violently he has to increase his grip on my legs to maintain contact with my body. Nothing in the world has felt so good, and has hurt as much as this.
My mind blanks, my vision blurs, and when I look down at our connection, he’s smiling up at me with delight edged in wickedness.
Chapter 30
Briar
It isn’t until my eyes open that I realize the pounding that’s echoing around me is from the bass of music in the living room and not an actual throbbing in my head.
Aside from me, my bed is empty, cold without the warmth of Molly’s body.
The absence of light trickling in from the blinds is a sign that it’s nighttime, and waking up alone has never made me feel more isolated than it does right now.
I knew she was gone. She’d kissed my lips, licking her own when she got a taste of herself, before telling me she had to get back to her house before anyone noticed her gone. I’d watched her back as she quietly closed my door behind her, but it didn’t stop me from hoping she’d returned while I slept.
Knowing she won’t be far, I jump out of bed and hit the shower. The anticipation of seeing her is the only reason I’m able to wash her scent from my skin.
After pulling on the tightest pair of jeans I own and sliding my feet into my boots, I leave my room with my t-shirt in my hands. I’m pulling it over my damp hair when I round the corner into the common area of the clubhouse.
As usual, Molly is standing at one of the pub tables with several of the girls around her. An open, half-empty bottle of tequila is in front of them with nearly a dozen empty shot glasses.