by Julia Devlin
The need was relentless but her body strained. “I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” His voice harsh above her.
“I-I…” she sputtered, unable to focus on a complete sentence.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
Her body pulsed at his words, and she moaned. His hips pistoned fast and furious, and she rose to meet his punishing thrusts.
He rolled them over so she sprawled on top of him. He jerked her dress the rest of the way down her arms so it bunched around her waist. A hard, sharp blow landed full on her ass. She reared up, planting her hands on his broad chest. Yes, this was what she needed.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me to fuck you.”
The words wouldn’t leave her throat. He delivered a rapid series of slaps that caused a fiery burn to race along her skin. Throwing her hips back into his waiting palm, she slammed her pussy down on his cock.
He groaned. “Yes, work that cunt.”
The pressure began to coil tighter. He smacked her again. “Say it.”
Her body clamped around him and the words ripped from her throat. “Fuck me!”
He rolled her back over and pounded into her, driving her body high and higher until she shattered. Her vision blurred and dimmed as a climax crashed over her in never-ending waves.
Above her, Lukas let out a guttural shout, his hips pumping in release.
Spent, and exhausted, they collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Abby stared at the contemporary brown and sage green area rug they lay on in the middle of Lukas’ foyer, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
She was in so much trouble.
Chapter Seven
The following evening, Abby tugged at the short, frayed jean skirt. Twisting around, she examined herself in the mirror. The tight, white v-necked, sleeveless top showed plenty of cleavage.
Was it too revealing?
As she’d promised herself, when she went shopping this afternoon to buy something for tonight, she’d picked clothes she’d fallen in love with. The skirt and tee was exactly the kind of cute, trendy outfit she would have lusted after but been too uncertain to buy. And the woman at the store had said it was perfect for the causal birthday party Lukas was taking her to.
But now that it was on, she couldn’t help feeling exposed. The dress from last night hadn’t been her choice, but this was. She pivoted in front of the mirror, checking herself from all angles. She blew out a hard breath.
This fretting was not helping the nerves fluttering in her stomach.
She still didn’t understand why Lukas asked her to go. Of course, she’d refused. It seemed prudent to focus their relationship on sex. After last night, Lukas Marlow was far too intoxicating, and she could easily become emotionally involved.
She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could keep him long term.
She’d assumed his offer was to be nice, and after she’d declined, the subject would drop. But that hadn’t happened. He’d pressed and refuted every one of her many excuses until he cajoled her into going, and that had been the end of the discussion.
It had been the same last night when she’d tried to leave his bed.
She’d always heard men couldn’t wait for a woman to leave. So after every bout of sex, she’d gotten up to go home. Lukas held her down, distracting her and making her laugh, and eventually he’d fucked the thought right out of her.
She flushed, her belly dropping to her toes as she remembered all the dirty things he’d said to her. All the wild, kinky things they’d done. Sex with Lukas was nothing like she’d anticipated. The man had been insatiable, driving her to one orgasm after another.
One night with him made her realize what her problem had been with sex all these years. All her previous experiences had been vanilla and tame, and as Lukas pointed out last night—“Sweet doesn’t do it for you. You like the rough stuff. You just never met a man who could pull it off.” He’d spoken the truth. When he spanked, pinched and pulled, taking her hard and deep, she went crazy.
It made her uncomfortable, how much she wanted him, the heights he drove her to. She didn’t know if she could take it without losing her heart to him.
Was she willing to pay the price to live out her fantasies?
In the mirror, she stared at her reflection, her chin tilting up with resolve. She’d made a promise to herself to see this through. She would not run. When she’d sent that email, she vowed not to hide, to throw everything she had into the experience, to hold nothing back.
If she lost her heart, and she suspected she would, so be it.
The doorbell rang, startling her out of her thoughts. No time to change now, she gave herself another cursory once-over. At least the clothes were for her.
With that, she flew down the stairs and swung open the door.
Propped against the door frame, hands shoved into his jeans, Lukas wore his most wicked smile, lone dimple on full display. In a black knit shirt that highlighted his lean muscles, he looked gorgeous and dangerous. Lascivious intent gleamed in his brown eyes, and her mouth went dry.
They stared at each other for a full thirty seconds before he swooped in and kissed her. Lips slanted over hers, he possessed her, claimed her while his big hands roamed over her body. With a low growl, he walked her back, kicking the door closed behind him. The blood rushed hot and fast in her veins and she plastered herself against him, rubbing along his erection.
She did this to him, her—Abby Simmons.
He broke the kiss, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about that eager little mouth wrapped around my cock all day.”
Without hesitation, she reached for the button on his jeans, released his straining erection and dropped to her knees.
“Shit, Abby, I didn’t mean—” His words stalled when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.
Last night she’d learned that she loved the feel of him in her hand and mouth. She’d loved the taste, the smooth slide of velvet skin over his long, hard length. He’d let her explore to her heart’s content, offering helpful suggestions and groaning encouragement when she’d done something particularly pleasing.
She licked the slit, running her tongue up and down the tiny opening while she raised her eyes to look at him.
A feral expression on his face, he stared down at her. With slow deliberateness, she ran her tongue from base to tip, and his eyes went dark and wild. The air shifted, filling with the anticipation that came when he took control.
She shivered and squeezed harder.
He buried his hand in her hair and urged her forward. “Suck my cock.”
Without breaking eye contact, she took only the head into her mouth and created a tight, wet suction while she swirled her tongue around and around.
Grip tightening, his fisted her hair until a pinprick of pain burned at her scalp. “More. Take it all.”
On a deep swallow, she released her hand and she drew him in as far into her throat as she could.
Her pussy clenched when he gave a shout.
With her palms, she cupped his ass to hold him close, bobbing her head along his rigid length. She looked up at him.
Their eyes locked.
On a ragged breath, he shook his head. “God, that mouth.”
Encouraged, she sucked harder, longer, moving to cup his balls in one hand and roll them the way he’d shown her.
He pumped his hips. “Harder, faster, make me come, Abby.”
She obeyed without question, her own desire building as his thrusts grew more urgent. She moved up and down the length of him, flicking and swirling her tongue along the slit. He lengthened, thickened, and a rush of anticipation flooded through her. Doubling her efforts, she created such a tight suction she had him growling. She didn’t let up, ruthlessly working him, loving every minute of this power she had over him.
He bowed, shoving his cock deep.
“Fuucckkk!” he yelled seconds before hot, salty come shot into
the back of her throat. Greedy for the taste of him, she kept up her fast rhythm, swallowing every drop while she sucked him dry.
He pulled out and leaned down to devour her mouth with his own. She’d been surprised the first time he’d kissed her after, assuming he’d want her to clean up. But Lukas wasn’t like that. He’d told her sex was better messy. Since she’d loved everything thing they’d done together, she had no choice but to believe him.
She threw herself into his kiss, vibrating with desire and empowered in a way she’d never experienced before.
He yanked her up from the floor and they broke apart, breathing ragged.
Grinning, he zipped his jeans. “Now that’s a greeting a man could get used to.”
She laughed.
He swiped his thumb across her lower lip. “I had other plans in mind, but once you fell to your knees, I was a goner.”
Heat stained her cheeks even as pleasure bloomed in her chest.
He gripped her shoulders, holding her away from him, running his hot gaze over her body. Her nipples puckered when he lingered at her chest and licked his lips.
Never would she have guessed her breasts were so responsive. Maybe because no one else had ever paid such exquisite attention to them. Until Lukas, who acted as if he were paying homage every time he touched them. Last night he’d played with them constantly, using her sensitivity to keep her at the edge of need.
She drew in a deep breath when he palmed her nipples and rubbed.
“You look good enough to eat.” His hands skimmed lower, down her quivering stomach, over the flare of her hips, to her smooth bare thighs. Reaching under the hem, he glided his fingers up over her panties to slip inside. He circled her clit before plunging deep within her pussy. “This outfit is perfect for what I have in mind.”
Knees wobbling, she reached for his shoulders to keep steady.
“Wider,” he commanded in that low voice he used when he was turned-on.
Not even a thought of disobeying crossed her mind as she spread her legs. He pumped, letting the heel of his hand rub her clit. The scent of sex surrounded her as she moaned and tilted her hips, seeking the hard pressure she needed to send her over the edge. Her back broke out in fine beads of sweat. She heard the wet sounds of his fingers driving in and out of her. The orgasm hovered just out of her reach. Her pussy clenched, and he stopped so abruptly, she swayed. Catching her balance, she scowled.
Hands resting on her hips, he laughed. “Don’t glare.”
“What are you doing?” Her body buzzed, she’d been so close. Irritated, she blew out a puff of air.
“I love how your pussy is always dripping wet for me.” Ignoring her question, his fingers slipped inside her panties again, dancing along her slippery folds to prove his point. Then he threaded his thumbs along the strings that constituted her underwear and pulled until they snapped. “You won’t be needing these.”
A sudden flare of panic spiked. What was he up to? Trying to play it cool, she asked, “You don’t expect me to meet your friends with no panties, do you?”
He tugged at the fabric between her legs. An involuntarily groan escaped her lips as he made sure to pull the fabric over her sensitive clit. The wicked smile he’d worn at the front door reappeared. “Yeah, I do.”
“No.” Even she had limits.
His nostrils flared, but his eyes flashed with heat. “Don’t say no to me.”
She cocked a brow. “No.” While her voice rang firm, she couldn’t deny part of her liked the idea of being naked with only Lukas the wiser.
It was exactly the kind of thing she’d always fantasized about.
He growled low in his throat and lunged.
With a screech, she ran. She made it into the living room before a strong arm grabbed her waist. She struggled, becoming more and more excited, while he encircled both her arms in a death grip and lifted her off the floor. Hot breath filled her ear as he dragged her down to the couch and turned her over his knee. When he yanked her skirt up over her waist, sanity began to prevail.
No, even she couldn’t do this. She protested, “Lukas, wait…”
A hard smack landed across her ass and she yelped. “If you’re going to be a bad girl, you’ve got to pay the price.”
She squeezed her lids shut tight. Oh, she liked this. Craved it. All this afternoon when she’d been away from him, she’d thought about it constantly.
Slap, slap, slap.
The sound reverberated throughout the room. Pain, heat and pleasure all mixed into one and she forgot her protests, arching into his touch. Again and again, his open palm landed on her ass until they were both panting.
He slid his fingers up and down her wet slit and gave a long, put-upon sigh. “This isn’t working.”
Her heart stopped. What did he mean? “Wh-what…?”
“You like getting your ass smacked too much.” His voice took on a diabolical tone that caused shivers to run all over her aching body, her sudden anxiety disappearing. “I have no other choice but to come up with a different punishment.” He toyed with her clit, lightly stroking to drive her crazy.
“No, this is good.” She moaned. God, she needed to come desperately. How could she have gone from never having an orgasm to this?
He laughed. “Oh, I know it is. That’s my point.”
To her immense disappointment, he picked her up from his lap and deposited her onto the couch. He ran his hands through his hair before standing to face her. He studied her, looking her up and down as though she were a horse up for auction. “I was going to save this for later, but you’ve given me no choice.”
In confusion, she watched as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. He held it out to her.
She blinked at what looked like a jeweler’s box, her heart gave one hard thump before sanity prevailed. They’d been together one night, he wasn’t giving her jewelry. “What is it?”
“Open it.”
Curiosity mixed with apprehension as she flipped the top open. Two silver balls lay nestled inside. She frowned. “What are these?”
His dark eyes drank her in. “Put them in.”
“What?”
“Put them in your pussy.” He made the proclamation as though it should be obvious.
“Why? What are they?” She couldn’t fathom what purpose they could possibly serve.
His jaw clenched and he crossed his strong forearms over his broad chest. “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
Desire sparked along her nerve endings. Maybe it was wrong, but when he talked like that it drove her mad with lust. While being ordered around wasn’t exactly feminist, she couldn’t deny it was a total turn on. He kept using that word—submissive—she wasn’t sure she liked it, or believed it, but right now she wasn’t going to think about it.
Right now she was going to do what she was told.
She picked them up and held the cool metal in the palm of her hand.
“One at a time.”
She rolled one smooth ball in between her thumb and forefinger and it jingled. What could they possibly do? Without taking her gaze off him, she inserted first one then the other. The flash of heat in his expression told her she was missing something key, but she couldn’t fathom what.
He crooked his finger. “Stand up and come here.”
Worried they’d fall out, she slid off the couch with utter care. Nothing happened. She wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do, but Lukas had obviously gotten some duds.
Confident, she took two steps. Deep inside, the balls clanged and a spear of pleasure shot through her as they knocked against the G-spot Lukas had gotten her in touch with last night. She jerked, eyes going wide, she stilled.
Finally she understood their diabolical purpose. And exactly how he intended to torment her.
“Closer,” he commanded.
She gritted her teeth and took another cautious step. They clanged again, and she grabbed on to his arm for support. “Oh god!”
* * * * *
Lukas watched Abby from across the room as she talked to Anne, a wife of one the guys from the station. Her nipples were puckered into hard little points under her top, a continual reminder of her state of arousal. The desire to run his fingers along her sure-to-be-slippery pussy gnawed at him. He squashed it down, wanting to drag out this torture for as long as possible.
Despite her innocence, she was by far the best sex he’d ever had. There was something addictive about her. Hell, she’d managed to teach him a few things.
Last night, in between marathon sessions, they’d talked about everything under the sun from their families to politics. Lukas couldn’t remember having a better time both in and out of bed. In twenty-four hours, what he’d thought of her before was a distant memory. He’d clearly been a fool to miss the blatant sexuality lurking behind all those conservative clothes and he certainly intended to make amends.
And it wasn’t about the sex, he liked her too. She was funny, smart and adventurous. What more could he ask for in a woman?
As if sensing his gaze, she turned and shook her head, raising her eyes to the heavens. As he’d intended, the Ben Wa Balls were driving her crazy. This little game he had going on was not only fun but sexy as hell. He’d never put this much thought or effort into tormenting a woman sexually before, and damn was it worth it.
He cocked one brow at her while raising his beer to his lips and taking a long drink, his gaze locked on hers. Abby flushed a pretty pink, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Even across the room, the chemistry between them sparked and threatened to burst into flames.
All of a sudden, her head snapped back to Anne, who must have said something to her, and the spell broke. He expelled a long breath and wondered what he was going to do with her. She was like an itch that burrowed deeper and deeper under his skin.
“What’s up?”
Lukas shifted his gaze to his friend Trevor, who watched him with amusement. Shit. He hadn’t even noticed his approach. Lukas shook his head. “Not much.”