by Meghan March
“You don’t even have to try to tempt me. All you have to do is breathe, and I’m dying for you.”
She dipped a finger lower, sweeping across her clit, and her hips bucked.
The woman was taunting me. I came around the side of the bed and pulled open the nightstand drawer to grab a strip of condoms and tossed them on the bed.
“That looks ambitious.”
“When it comes to you, I’m feeling really fucking ambitious.”
Within seconds, I was kneeling over her. We weren’t touching an inch of skin yet, and already my dick throbbed and demanded to be inside her.
One of my very favorite things about Elle was the fact that she wasn’t shy or hesitant. She lifted her hand from where she’d been teasing us both and went straight for my balls.
The woman was one of a kind.
“Jesus, Elle,” I groaned as she cupped them. My cock was already rock hard, but now my balls were following suit as they rose toward the base of my dick.
“I even think your balls are sexy. That can’t be normal.”
With Elle, there would never be a dull moment.
“I ain’t complaining. But my cock is feeling lonely.”
I reached down and covered her hand with mine, unwrapping her fingers and sliding her palm up the length of my dick. Her fingers closed around me, and I’d found paradise.
Only two strokes and I had to pull her hand away.
“I wanted this to last. Take my time with you. But you’re blowing my plans straight out of the water.”
“I’m not complaining,” she breathed, a smile curving her face.
“I’m guessing you’re not, considering the way you just went for it. Hope you know what you’ve unleashed.”
“Bring it, pawn star.”
I’d never had a woman challenge me in bed—beg me or tease me? Sure. But challenge and taunt until all my alpha instincts were poised to break free and charge? Never.
From Elle, I fucking loved it.
She spurred me on, pushed my arousal to the next level.
I grabbed a condom and tore it open with my teeth.
I didn’t like giving up control in the bedroom, but when Lord stared down at me, blue eyes blazing as he slid the condom down over his cock, I decided that whatever he wanted to do with me, I’d be more than on board.
He had this intensity, this single-minded focus, this … everything.
I waited, not sure if he was just going to spread my legs and slam home … or if he was going to tease the ever-loving hell out of me for a bit longer before I finally got to experience that monster of a cock.
Thick and perfectly veined—it was the biggest I’d ever seen. And then there was the matter of the two silver balls winking at me from just above the base.
“I can’t believe you’re pierced.”
His smile was slow and lazy. “You’ll like it.”
“Pierced and tatted … and sexy as hell.”
The smile turned up a notch. “And you’re neither and still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve thought about it … just never could decide.”
Lord’s hand landed on my hip and climbed up my ribcage to cup my breast. His thumb swept over the nipple, and it puckered even harder.
I arched into his hand as he plucked and tugged.
“You ever decide, you let me know. Can’t improve on perfection, but these would look fucking hot pierced.”
It was something I’d considered, but right now I just wanted his other hand on my nipple and that piercing of his teasing my clit.
“Okay.”
He must have sensed my need—maybe it was the fact that I was writhing on the bed beneath him? Because he pulled back and gripped the base of his cock, giving it a hard tug.
“I gotta be inside you.” My head bobbed in agreement as he fit the head to my entrance, and thrust home.
Everything in my world contracted to shades of Lord.
My body tensed at the sudden invasion—he was so damn big—but miracle of miracles, since I was so wet from my orgasms earlier, he slid deep with no resistance.
“Omigod,” I breathed.
“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn tight.” He threw his head back, and his Adam’s apple worked along his strong throat as he froze above me. “Jesus.” Dropping his head forward, he met my eyes. “This is gonna be a helluva ride.”
I nodded, I think. Maybe? I lost track of everything when he started to thrust. Streaks of pleasure zipped through me, and I wondered if I could spontaneously combust from orgasm. Every move sent me higher, and the piercing ground against my clit on the down strokes, sending fireworks of sensation bursting out and shimmering through every nerve ending.
“Wrap your legs around my hips.”
I didn’t bristle at the order. Hell no. Because whatever he wanted from me, as long as I kept feeling like this, I’d do it in an instant.
In the new position, my pelvis tilted up, and Lord drove deeper, harder, and faster. Pleasure coiled and tightened in me until it was poised to snap.
“Touch yourself. I want to see those fingers on that sweet little clit of yours.”
Again, I followed orders, gladly. Within seconds, I was unraveling.
“Fuuuck,” Lord groaned. “You’re gonna take me there before I’m ready.”
When he stilled, I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. I don’t care. I just want more.”
Lord’s lips found my neck, nipping, sucking, and biting his way up my jaw, to my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his hips pulled back, and he fucked me with the same intensity that he kissed me.
All the sensations collided harder and faster. The feel of his cock, pistoning away. The added perfection of the piercing. His hands—one gripping my ass and the other buried my hair. And then his growled words.
“So fucking perfect. I’ll never get enough.”
I shattered.
Lord’s shout matched mine, and he thrust once, twice, and a final time before stilling above me, pulsing his release inside me.
Wrecked.
I was wrecked.
Lord pulled out, climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom, and then slid back in beside me and wrapped me in his arms.
“We’re gonna be really fucking late, because I’m not leaving until I get a repeat performance,” he said, his breath tickling my ear.
I twisted in his arms so I was facing him, my head resting on his thickly muscled chest.
“Mmkay.”
After round two—Lord was a cuddler, who knew—he lifted my limp body off the bed and carried me to the bathroom. “Come on, we need to clean up, and then we gotta go.”
When he set me down, my legs barely worked. I was pretty sure my bones were some kind of liquid now. I was going to have to work on my stamina to be up to the test of this relationship.
My knees wobbled. Relationship?
Lord studied me as he reached into the shower and turned on the water. “Everything good?”
I nodded, my head bobbing like a moron.
“You sure?”
Apparently my amazing bobblehead action didn’t look too convincing.
“Just fine. Still recovering.” From whatever spell you’ve worked over me. But am I really recovering or slipping deeper? And then the man turned and stepped into the tub.
Fuck me.
That ass? It was sublime now that I had it up close and personal and in the light. I couldn’t stop my questing fingers from reaching out and cupping it.
Go ahead and laugh, but you would’ve done the same damn thing if you were faced with this kind of perfection.
Lord stilled, and he was probably staring down at my trespassing hand, but I didn’t even care.
He twisted toward me, and all of a sudden my hand wasn’t cupping his ass; it was connecting with his once-again hard, and still very perfect, cock.
“You’re killing me.”
Lord’s booming laughter filled the small bathroom. To
the room in general he said, “You’d think she didn’t just have a handful of orgasms.” He grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on, you’re getting in the shower.”
“But—”
“My dick ain’t going anywhere,” he said. “Hell, with as much as I want to fuck you, you’ll probably be sick of the thing in a few days.”
I climbed into the shower, mumbling, “Unlikely,” as the steam hit my face and the water sluiced off my skin and hair. “I can’t help it that your body is ridiculous. It’s not even fair.”
Lord’s hands slid up my hips. “If it works for you, I’m sure not complaining.” He lowered his head and his lips—and then his teeth—skimmed along my ear lobe.
As he’d just said, it was like I hadn’t just had a handful of orgasms. My nipples puckered, and Lord didn’t miss them. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked my nipples before pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
A shameless moan broke free from my lips. I had no defenses against him. He was going to own my body, and from there it was only a short hop, skip, and a jump to more guarded parts.
When he released me, I slid to my knees, my hands gripping his thickly muscled thighs.
“You shouldn’t be going to your knees for me, woman. You shouldn’t be going to your knees for any man.”
His words threw me, but not before his hands gripped under my armpits and pulled me up. “But—”
“You want to suck my dick, you do it while you’re kneeling above me. I don’t ever want to see you on the ground on your knees.”
“But you did it for me,” I protested.
“Because you deserve to be worshipped.”
I released a harsh breath as tears sprang to my eyes. I blinked them back, still staring up at him.
Speechless. That’s what I was. Speechless.
“I don’t know why it surprises you so damn much. That’s your due. It’s what you deserve, and I’m sure as fuck gonna give it to you.”
I failed at blinking back the tears, because one tipped over the edge onto my cheek. I couldn’t even claim it was the water from the shower, because it beat against my back.
Lord lifted a hand, and caught it on his thumb. “I don’t like tears, and I really hate them on you. You’ve got nothing to cry about, sweet thing.”
I reached up and dashed away any remaining stragglers. “Sorry. I don’t know what that was. I just—” I sucked in a breath as I seemed to be running out of both air and words. “I just.”
“Hush, woman. No apologies. Let’s get you cleaned up. If you still want to suck my cock by the time we’re out of the shower, we’ll see about it then.”
My mouth instantly watered, and heat and moisture flooded between my legs.
“Hurry up,” was all I could think to say.
I wanted to kiss the cute little pout off her face. I couldn’t help it.
“I’ve never met a woman so put out that she didn’t get to suck dick. If I didn’t already want to tie you to my bed and never let you leave, you’d be straight fucked right now.”
She threw an angry glance at me from the passenger side of the ’Cuda where she had her arms crossed and pushing up those perfect tits. “What kind of guy doesn’t want a blow job? Seriously?”
“You ever heard anticipation makes things sweeter? I’ve already gotten so much fucking sweetness from you this morning, I want to save a little for later.”
Elle huffed and it just made me smile wider. We were headed to the appointment I had scheduled with a guy who had a collection of antiques I couldn’t pass up the chance to see. Might make me a pervert, but in this town, what he wanted to sell could actually turn a nice profit.
“For the record, if you tried to make me wait for oral sex, I’d be tempted to kill someone.”
“Then it’s a good thing you got yours.”
Her pout turned to a mischievous grin. “You’re just waiting to get head at work, aren’t you?”
The vision of lying back on the couch in my office while Elle knelt above me and took my cock deep in her throat sounded like a damn good plan. My dick jumped to salute the idea.
I turned into the parking lot of the condo complex where the appointment was set, and thought about something else so I didn’t meet a potential seller with a raging hard-on.
“You want to come up or wait in the car?”
Elle’s eyes cut to mine. “After your cryptic comments about what this guy has? You think I’m really going to sit here and wonder what you’re looking at?”
“Then come on.” I pushed open my door and climbed out. I grabbed Elle’s hand when she shut her door and led her up the exterior stairs to 3A. I knocked on the door and we waited for a minute or so until Barry Schmidt answered.
“Good. Good. Glad you’re here. Did you have any trouble finding the place?” the rotund man with a shiny bald head asked.
“I’m pretty sure there’s not a place in this town I couldn’t find.”
“Good. Good. Come in. Let’s have you get a look at my collection.”
“Lead the way.”
Elle glanced at me before we headed inside. What the hell is it? she mouthed.
Curious little cat would just have to wait.
“I bought the entire lot when the museum was going under, and I always intended to do something with them, but never got around to it.” Barry led the way to a large library and waved his arm at the ten-foot high shelves lining the walls. “So here it is.”
Elle’s brow wrinkled in confusion. That didn’t surprise me. It wouldn’t be immediately apparent that she was standing in what Barry claimed was the world’s largest collection of antique books on sex.
Several of the bookshelves were fronted by glass, and spotlights lit the covers of dozens of different versions of the Kama Sutra. Barry also claimed that many of them were first editions worth thousands. Which probably put the collection out of my reach at the moment. He’d have to be willing to cut me a hell of a deal. Even then, I didn’t think I’d be able to sell the books at Chains, but I had a couple private collectors in mind. My shop might’ve been located in a shitty part of town, but we were known for quality and unique pieces. At least one of my regulars would snap some of these up.
Barry’s phone rang. “I need to get that. I’ve been waiting for my lawyer to call,” he said. “I swear I talk to him more than I ever talked to my soon-to-be ex-wife.”
And there it was. That was why the collection was going. Or maybe the collection was the reason for the divorce. Who the hell knew? He left the room, and Elle crossed to one of the lit and glass-fronted shelves.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Supposed to be the world’s largest antique collection of books on sex.”
She laid a hand on the wood paneling separating the panes of glass. “No freaking way.”
“I can’t make this shit up.”
“So not only are you holding out on me, but now you’re bombarding me with books on sex? You’re a complete sadist. I’m sure there’s a book in here that would back me up on that.”
“You’ll live. Now, do you know anything about antique books?”
Elle slowly circled the room, staring at the spines of the books.
“Not nearly enough to give you an idea of what these would sell for.”
“Guess we’ll have to see what he wants for them, and then go back and do our research.”
We both surveyed the contents, and the more I looked, the more I grew apprehensive at laying out cold, hard cash for these. The spines of the majority looked tattered, and several shelves of books looked like they were on the verge of crumbling.
“I don’t know. They seem to be in a lot rougher shape than you’d want.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m getting, too. This might’ve been a wasted trip.”
Barry finally rejoined us in the library. “So, whatdaya think? You want to make me an offer?”
Elle hit him with rapid-fire questions. “Have these been prop
erly stored and cared for? They look like they’re falling apart. And the cases with the lights and the books on stands—that seems like a poor way to showcase your most valuable pieces.” She never ceased to amaze me, and watching her take the lead was sexy as hell.
Barry’s mouth dropped open, and he began to sputter. “I don’t know who you think you are, you little—”
“Whoa. Whatever you’re about to say, you can stop right the fuck there. We’re done here,” I said, cutting him off.
“But—”
“No thank you, sir. We’ll be moving along. Good luck with the divorce and the collection.”
“All over this little bitch?” Barry snapped, his face contorting with rage.
I crossed the room and towered over Barry. “I said we’re done here. I’d advise you to keep any further thoughts to yourself until we’re gone.”
I held out a hand to Elle, and her fingers closed around mine. We left a sputtering Barry alone in the library with his books as we let ourselves out of the condo.
Neither of us spoke until we were down the stairs, and I was pulling open the door to the ’Cuda for Elle. “Seriously, there is no mystery why that guy is getting divorced.”
“I’m with you there; let’s get out of here. I’m sorry for dragging you into that. I thought maybe there’d be a couple pieces I could pick up and flip to some collectors quick, but there’s no price low enough to tempt me to give that man money.”
Elle settled into the car, and I rounded the front to climb in.
“Don’t worry about it. I know his type. I’m just happy for his wife that she’s getting out. Some women don’t have the guts. They crumble when faced with that special brand of asshole. I hope she takes him for all he’s worth.”
Her comment sparked my curiosity. “How long has your mom been married to your stepdad?”
Elle reached for the radio dial and twisted it to a ’70s station. Music filled the car before she answered, “My dad died at the beginning of my freshman year of college. My mom got remarried pretty much right away.”
“And you mentioned a stepbrother?”
“Yeah, the prick who sold the watch. Like father, like son. Both pieces of work.”