by Moore, Becky
Jane murmured against his neck and shifted against him restlessly. He grew bolder in his strokes, and inched his fingers along her waist and down her thighs, to the loose hem on her dress. One hand stroked back to the nape of her neck and along her side, feeling the curve of her breast that was plumped against the solid, muscular wall of his chest. She moved again, this time bending her right knee so that her hips opened up to square her pelvis with his groin. Oh, God.
His breath quickened. His pulse throbbed ninety to nothing in his strong throat. Jane stretched her face up so she could rub her nose against his chin. The hand that had been exploring her back stopped along its path at her breast and tightened, squeezing her ribcage briefly before relaxing. She groaned.
She shifted to lie fully atop his big body. She lifted her face to look into the turbulent, fiery eyes of Lucas. Had she not been so far gone herself, the predatory gleam in his eyes would’ve given her pause. He moved both hands down to lush curve of her bottom and squeezed. Hard. Pressed himself against her mound. The loose skirt of her dress rode up and his fingers grazed against her silky smooth skin—
“What the—!” His eyes sprung open when he realized that the ass he was coveting was bare.
He gulped.
She moaned.
Then she licked Luke’s throat, from the furiously pounding pulse point in the vulnerable shadow of his chin, up to his cherry red lips. She licked across them once, parting the seal, and then thrust her tongue deeply into the hot, wet recesses of his mouth as he’d done to her. If going commando had shocked him, he recovered quickly and sucked her tongue inside so hard their teeth clicked together painfully.
Chapter Eleven
Jane’s house sat on an acre of land, which was a rarity in the geographical limits of any city. But she had never been happier for the lush, decades-old landscaping of her back yard, which boasted a heavily lined wall of ornamental trees and shrubs to hold the rest of the world at bay.
The excitement coursing through her body was almost too much to bear. A bubble of hysterical laughter escaped her lips when Lucas bunched her sundress over his arms, baring her to the waist. She wondered if he knew he was humming.
“Oh, God.”
She leaned back down so she could capture his mouth in another brain-searing kiss.
He skimmed his hands around to the front of her waist, in between their bodies, and lifted her dress away from their bellies. Goosebumps followed in their wake, and she shivered.
Jane was panting and when Lucas looked into her eyes, her gaze reflected a wildness that more than likely mirrored his own. She laughed. “I haven’t had sex in eight—no nine months, Lucas.” She said shakily, squirming against him. “I can’t wait.”
“Baby, it’s been over two years for me. And believe me, once I’ve made love to you, you’ll never think of another man again.” He lifted his head so his lips could meet hers. Jane thought her heart would explode it was racing so fast.
She broke away and sat up on his lap. The motion lined up the moist center of her body directly with his swollen cock, right where he wanted her to be. Lucas dug his fingers into her hips and ground her body against his erection; they both moaned. “What makes you think I’ll never think of another man?”
She giggled when he glared at her. A wicked grin split his face and he stretched her arms overhead, holding her tightly. “Because you’ll be mine,” he whispered, barely making a sound.
She stared dumbly into his eyes, a mongoose to his cobra. He lifted her higher so that her aching breasts lined up with his mouth. Deepening his grin, he raised his head and licked one of her nipples through the cotton, which made her jump. Her fingers wrapped around the ties of the hammock about the same time it dipped hard to her right and flipped both of them into the thick carpet of grass underneath.
With a yelp, Jane landed half on top of Lucas and half on the ground before the wind was knocked out of her. Lucas laid on his back with his eyes and mouth wide open, stunned. They were silent for a second, and then laughed so hard that Lucas got a stitch in his side.
“Baby, I haven’t laughed as much in the last two years as I have today. I’m so happy I met you.” He hugged her tightly and held her against him for a moment, and then sat up easily so her body could bend appropriately. She was still bare from the waist down.
She was still snickering when she said, “I can’t believe we fell!” Then she stood up gingerly, planting a foot on each side of Luke’s hips. “Come on, I’m ready for you to make love to me.” She reached down to help him up, but he smiled and shook his head ‘no’.
“What’s wro—!” she stopped mid-sentence when his hands gripped her hips like a vise. Instinctively, she tried to pull back, but he sat up and yanked her tighter onto his body so that her belly bumped his forehead. Before she could protest he pressed his open mouth over her mound through the fabric of her dress, which had drifted back into place during their struggle. And nipped her with his teeth.
“Oh!” She jerked and thought her knees might buckle. And when he put his mouth to her again, he stiffened his tongue and pressed it into the cotton of her sundress. He burrowed against the fabric until his tongue rode into the cleft of her swollen labia. Her breath hitched. “Lucas.”
He lifted his head and said, “Pull down your top.” His voice was hard, commanding. Jane looked down at him and gasped.
His eyes glittered with madness while he waited for her to do his bidding. She nodded and slipped her arms through the thin straps. She closed her eyes as the top folded at the waist, finally baring her torso to Luke’s heated gaze.
“So beautiful,” he murmured in praise. He wrapped his hands around the backs of her shapely thighs.
She was biting her bottom lip nervously, so he smiled up at her. When she fidgeted with the loosely hanging dress at her waist, he nodded so she would continue undressing.
He ran his fingers along the backs of her knees and inched them higher up her thighs. The heady, rich scent of her sex was almost overwhelming his senses; his mouth watered. Jane’s hips shifted restlessly. She was panting through her mouth, drawing in great big gulps of air. His fingers squeezed lightly, unconsciously on the smooth skin of her hips.
She rolled her hips one last time and with a whoosh the fabric fell. Lucas swore sharply and she looked down.
His hands cupped her hips, with his thumbs poised to dip into the good parts. But he hesitated and when she reached down to cover herself, he jerked his gaze back to hers. A vivid red flush covered the hollows of her cheeks, and was climbing down her chest to cover the tops of her breasts and shoulders.
“What?” Oh, Lord. How embarrassing!
He stared dumbly at the crux of her thighs. He licked his lips and was quiet for a moment.
“You’re bare.”
And with no warning he opened his mouth wide and speared his tongue into the cleft of Jane’s pussy. He closed his lips around her clitoris, pulling hard on her. She screamed and grabbed two handfuls of his hair. He opened his mouth wider, keeping his top lip wrapped around the hood of her sex, while stretching his long, strong tongue down as far as he could to catch some of her sweet lube. God, he felt like he could totally consume her, just eat her up until there was nothing left. She tasted like the ripest of summer fruit, mixed with a flavor that was uniquely Jane.
Her legs started to shake and she whimpered, panting through a strong orgasm that made spots dance behind her eyes. But before she could catch her breath, he let go of her hips and used his thumbs to open her wider. “Open up, honey,” he said.
When she didn’t react, he snapped at her again. “Open your legs—wider!” She jumped and forced her legs to move. Her legs felt heavy, like she’d been drugged. Once there was more space for his wide shoulders, he squeezed his fingers to tilt her pelvis closer to his mouth. With his thumbs holding her open, so that the delicate petals of her pussy had flattened out, he could see the deep flush of her sex, coated and slick from her last orgasm and his mouth. Sh
e was dripping out onto his hands and down his wrists.
“Good,” he murmured. “Good girl. You’ll last a long time.”
She groaned and fell forward at the waist, resting her hands on his shoulders. She sucked in her stomach muscles when he put his mouth to her again. And she screamed when he worked a finger up into her, pressing deeply to find the little bubble on the top curve of her tight channel, close to her cervix. It was filling with more of her yummy girlie cream that he was starved for. His tongue pressed against her clitoris, flattened broadly and rasped her sensitive tissues. When he worked a second, and then third, finger up into her she exploded hard and fast and almost painfully to another orgasm.
She slumped back against the tree and closed her eyes. “Oh, my God, Luke.”
He hummed and laid his cheek against the flat of her stomach just above her mound. She tunneled her fingers through his hair.
“I’ve never eaten a bare pussy before Janie. I could do that for the rest of my life,” he growled. He let two of his fingers slide out, and the one that remained pulsed in and out, ever so slowly and softly. She groaned. “So pretty,” he said reverently, petting her.
He started to lean back in for more but she grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Luke, God don’t…I need more,” she groaned. “Take off your clothes. Please!” She tried to sink down and straddle his lap. “I’m going to come again!” She was pulling at the neck of his shirt.
“I know, baby.” He leaned in toward her again.
“No!” She pulled on his hair more roughly than before. It brought tears to his eyes, but it was like a spark of pure electricity jolting his system. His dick was so hard and cooped up in his khaki shorts that he was having trouble focusing on the conversation.
“Wha—”
She covered his mouth with her fingers and tried to wipe off his wrists. It was a little embarrassing to see her juices all over his hands.
Oh, he got it now. He shook his head and looked up into her flushed face. “I want you to come all over me...I want it to run down my chest.” He growled and leaned in again. “All over me.”
“Just do it, damnit!” She screamed. God, she was so finicky.
Lucas snapped his gaze away from her glistening crotch. He didn’t know if she meant to make her come right now or strip, so he let go of her hips and grabbed both lapels of his pale yellow linen shirt and yanked them apart. The tortoise shell buttons popped off in crazy directions and he jerked the tattered material away from his body.
“Now, Lucas,” Jane whimpered. Her fingers had twisted tightly back into his hair and the blood roared through his ears. The sound was deafening. “Your pants—take them off, too!”
She folded to her knees so she could tug on his belt. He grunted and stared at her for a second. Damn, he’d whipped her up into this frenzy, and he was determined to keep her at this heightened level of passion, but he was going to have to take over for a minute.
He grabbed her hands and once he had her attention, he unbuckled his belt and undid the button, and unzipped his pants. She moved her hands to the heavy muscles of his shoulders, squeezing in time with her heartbeat. “Hurry,” she whispered urgently. Her head was bent low, watching his hands working, and he chuckled at her impatience.
When he didn’t move fast enough, she cupped his erection through his shorts. “Oh!” she said nervously. He looked at her face, which had blanched a bit with worry. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, but still had a good hold on him.
“Don’t worry, Janie. We’ll fit.” He winked at her.
She still looked a little worried, which made him chuckle. He said, “Honey, the Good Lord pretty much made me to scale. What’d you expect from a six foot four inch man?” When she didn’t answer he said, “Brace yourself…I don’t wear underwear.”
She looked back down to watch his busy hands, her eyes big as saucers. He sighed when he unzipped his pants. “Holy shit!” she said. “I bet it feels good to let that big monster breathe.”
He nearly choked at her words, and then nearly came when she brushed her fingers across his weeping tip. He jumped and shifted around to get a better seat, curling his spine to lean back against the tree. The position was superfine because it caused his large phallus to brush across his tight abdomen, which was leanly muscled like a washboard. Jane was practically vibrating, she was so excited.
She climbed higher up his legs, towards his lap. She was licking her lips and panting. Man, she was stunning. Her eyes were fixed on the prize…the one they would both enjoy.
Pre-seminal fluid had been seeping out onto his belly, up near his belly button, and Jane drew her finger through it. When she licked her fingertip and moaned, Lucas couldn’t hold still any longer.
“That’s it.” He grabbed her under the arms and yanked her flush against his torso. Her scorching core was hovering above his northward-bound erection. He searched her eyes for a second and when she nodded he let her go. And she sank down. And down. And down. He was so long and thick, the rounded head of his penis so broad, that it took a little shifting around for him to finally bottom out.
“Oh!” She made a little panicky sound, but took a deep, calming breath when he moved his hands down her back, cupping the bottom curve of her ass, helping to support the luscious weight of her body.
Sweat poured down his face and his eyes were squeezed shut so he could concentrate on not coming right away. But her body was on autopilot and she couldn’t stop herself. With each downward stoke she whimpered. He could feel her quickening, her body racing for the next orgasm. When it broke over her, he was powerless to stop his own. He pulled her tightly down onto his huge cock, a little roughly, and slammed up into her once…twice…a third time and roared through the biggest release of his life. His hot seed poured deep into her lush body, marking her body and claiming her for himself. If she only knew what was running through his mind, she might kick him out of her home. Because he’d been a man without a home, a man without a heart for far too long. Lucas knew he held his future in his arms.
Neither of them moved or said anything for a couple of minutes as their breathing leveled out and their sexual fervor calmed. It was like they’d been at war, both fighting toward the same goal, but against each other in their pursuit.
Jane’s mind was a riot of emotions. Tears trickled down her face and had a far away look in her eyes. God, she was killing him. “Oh, baby,” he said reverently.
He sat stock still for a second while his mind registered what his heart had already known. Dear Lord, he was in love with her. The feeling was like a freight train barreling down on him. And he smiled because it was okay. He could live with it.
Chapter Twelve
“Lucas.”
“Hmm?” He tightened his arms around her.
She cupped her hands lightly over his ears and pulled him close. She pressed a sweet kiss against his closed mouth and pulled back to look at him. Slowly, she ran her tongue around the perimeter of her mouth, tasting him. Lucas growled low in his throat and leaned in to ravish her mouth. The tenderness after the last storm was gone, and in its place the same tumultuous, helpless craving that forced them to mate.
He plundered all she had to offer. From inside of her, he hardened again. He wrapped his hands beneath her knees from the inside, spreading her wide open. “Hold on,” he told her absentmindedly as he folded his legs beneath him so he could stand. She was a lean, little bit of a thing and couldn’t have weighed too much over a hundred pounds.
He hooked her knees over his elbows and leaned her back against the cherry tree. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before pulling out partially and plunging back into her, drawing an unexpected yelp. “I can’t wait.”
Vaguely Jane had a thought that they were outside. Her back yard was heavily wooded and shielded from the prying eyes of neighbors, but then again she’d never made love outside before. A few minutes ago they were low on the ground…now, though, they were standing where anyone looking over the fence might see t
hem. It was exciting!
She grabbed Luke’s head and brought it close so she could kiss him. The force of her grasp pushed his head so far back that the curls at the nape of his neck tickled his broad shoulders. He grunted and was stunned for a second, but recovered quickly. Her body was so wet from their recent climax, and still so hot and tight. The strong suction and release of her muscled vaginal walls pulled at his engorged cock until he thought he would pass out. His breathing picked up pace and his whole body shook from the force of his thrusts, and from the tension of holding Jane upright so her back wouldn’t be scraped raw from the tree bark. Occasionally, her bottom or the back of her head knocked against it, though she didn’t complain.
She moaned low and long and tightened her legs around Luke’s body. She squirmed to get out of his controlling hold. “Luke, I need to move around. Please,” she begged.