Love Me Twice

by Roz Lee

  He raised one long fingered hand to her neck and traced the collar he’d put there. His fingers slipped beneath the fall of her hair and curled around her nape. He gently tilted her head to one side, exposing the length of her neck to him. She held her breath as his lips found the erratic pulse at her carotid. A soft piano arrangement drifted on the still air, an antithesis to the tumult inside her.

  “Nothing has changed. You still want me. You still want what I can give you.” His words, whispered against her ear were like kerosene on dry tender, igniting a flash fire in her blood, and she slipped further toward the inevitable.

  “Yes, Sir.” The familiar words spilled past her lips.

  His hands loosened the fastener, and her sarong fell to the floor, taking another bit of her resolve with it.

  “Over there,” he pointed to a sensually curved chair, identical to the one he’d been sitting on in Ryan’s stateroom. He took her hand in his and led her to the chair. Her hand in his made her feel small, fragile, protected. Her feet moved as if a puppeteer controlled her movements.

  “Bend over the high end.”

  When her thighs bumped the curve of the chair, his big hand flattened against her back and pressed her forward. Sean moved behind her, and she could feel his gaze on her ass, raised and exposed by her position.

  His strong legs urged hers to part for him. One long finger hooked the scrap of fabric the Lothario called panties, and wrenched them to one side. Celeste jerked at the clear statement of his intent. Her pussy creamed.

  “Say you want me.”

  His hands stroked her exposed ass. Damn him. He knew she wanted him. He knew her pussy creamed when he talked to her that way. She bit her lower lip against the words he wanted her to say, knowing she would say them, and when she did, her defiance would make the sex so much better.

  He drew a single finger across her slit, confirming what they both already knew. She was wet and ready, and. . . needy. She’d missed this. Missed his touch. His commanding voice. Missed the way he took responsibility for the decisions. In their line of work, making decisions, sometimes life and death ones, was a way of life. Sean carried the burden better than she ever had.

  “Say it.”

  She moaned, and his finger flicked against her clit. She wanted, needed this, but it was harder than she expected to let go, give him everything, her body, her soul.

  The words broke from her on a groan. “I want you.”

  One strong hand slid along the curve of her butt, over her hip, and down her thigh as Sean stretched his heavily muscled body over hers. His other hand traced her shoulder to her nape and fingered the Platinum band there. His warm breath fanned the length of her neck and sent a wave of anticipation along her spine.

  “We talked. We ate.”

  He didn’t have to finish the list. She knew what they were going to do next. Everything inside her craved it, craved him. Always him.

  She splayed her hands on the cold leather for support. Sean stood and wrenched her arms to her back. One hand shackled her wrists at the small of her back. And just like that, she relinquished control, gave her entire being over to Sean to command, to love.

  His thighs parted hers as far as the scrap of lace allowed. She gasped as his cock nudged against her weeping slit. In the next second, he was inside her, buried to the hilt. Her body softened and opened for him, as if he’d uttered the magic words, and the kingdom was his.

  “Is that what you wanted, Celeste?”

  “Yes.” No use denying it. She wanted him, and he knew she loved it when he took her this way. The bench was the perfect height, the perfect shape for this position. Sean pulled almost all the way out and held there. She bit her lower lip to hold in her protest.

  “Tell me what you want. Tell me how you like it.”

  “I want you to fuck me. Hard, Sean. Fuck me hard.”

  He didn’t disappoint. He drove into her with savage ferocity. The bench cushioned the blows. He held her wrists firm in one hand, while his other hand roamed freely. He touched her everywhere, searing her skin with each touch. Every cell remembered and came alive under his hand. Her nipples, tight buds now, brushed against the cool leather, a marked contrast to his heat at her back.

  Sean released her hands and she slid forward until she draped like a rag doll over the rounded end of the bench, her ass in the air. He held her legs easily with his arms wrapped around her thighs. The new angle brought him deeper than before.

  “Hard enough, sweetheart?”

  “Oh. God. Yes.” Each word was forced out on his downward thrust. She used her hands to brace herself. Her breasts ached where they were smashed against the bench and rolled beneath her with each down-stroke.

  He felt good. Oh, so good. Every inch of his steel was a remembered bliss. This was sex with Sean. Elemental. Raw. Sometimes brutally hard, but never abusive. She knew if she used her safe word, he would stop, but she wouldn’t, had never needed to.

  “Take it all, Celeste. Take every god-damned inch of me.”

  She did.

  “Fill me, Sean. I need to feel it.”

  He flexed his hips into her repeatedly. His thrusts rocked her to her soul. She couldn’t get enough of him. It had been too long, too fucking long. His cock swelled inside her, and the knowledge that she’d brought Sean, a decorated war hero, a fucking spook, to this, sent her over the edge. The orgasm swept through her like a Category five hurricane. Her pussy clenched around his steel erection.

  The storm broke over Sean, and he let himself go. Hot come shot against her womb, and his name escaped her lips. He continued to hold her legs in the air until their tremors eased. Then he gently lowered her feet to the floor.

  She lay there, draped over the bench, limp as a waterlogged sail. Sean stepped back. “Don’t move. I want to look at you.”

  A fresh bolt of desire shot through her. Celeste groaned as sticky fluid trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs.

  “God, you are beautiful.” He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. “You’re a work of art, Celeste. You belong here, in this room.”

  He swept his fingers along the inside of her thigh, through the juices, mixed, his and hers. He straddled the bench in front of her so his back was to the shorter of the curved ends. Her body, satiated and draped over the sensual curve of the chair was enough to make a man weak with need.

  “Raise up now, sweetheart. I’ve brought you dessert.”

  Celeste pushed against the bench, rising enough so he could see her face. Her eyes were glazed, her features soft, a result of her pleasure and being deep in subspace. He needed to see to her, make sure she was all right. He had no idea how long it had been since she’d gone this deep. He had no right to know, but the thought of another Dom giving her this much pleasure made him angry enough to kill. He banked his emotions. There would be time enough to examine them later. Celeste had to be his first priority now.

  He brought his wet fingers to her mouth. “Taste it, sweetheart.”

  She curled her pink tongue over his outstretched fingers, tasted their mingled juices. His cock jumped to attention. He’d never get enough of her, not if he lived to be a hundred. He watched her reddened lips part and suck his fingers inside, much like her nether lips had sucked his seed right out of him. And then it hit him.

  He hadn’t used a condom. Holy shit.

  An image of Celeste swelled with his child flashed into his brain and lodged there. Something primal shot through him, and his cock responded like an animal seeking its mate. He jerked his fingers out of her mouth and rose from the bench.

  He turned his back on her, running his hands through his hair, he froze with his eyelids and jaw clenched tight, his elbows framing his face. He had to get a handle on his control, for her sake. She was in subspace, or coming out of it, he had to be there for her.

  “Sean. What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. Relax sweetheart. I’ll be right there.” He sucked in a deep breath, held it, willed t
he oxygen to his brain. He couldn’t remember ever losing control the way he had just now. Oh, he’d fucked her bare before, but she’d been on the pill, and they’d been exclusive. Now? He was clean, he’d never taken chances that way, but he had no way of knowing anything about her life since she’d left him. Good God, she could get pregnant.

  “Get up, Celeste.”

  The air stirred behind him as she did as he commanded. What to do now? He reached for her, drew her trembling naked body next to his and simply held her.

  “Sean?”

  “I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what? I told you I wanted it.”

  He slid his hands along her firmly muscled arms and folded her hands in his. She was so strong, steady on her feet, when he wasn’t. Her breasts were chafed from the leather. Otherwise, her creamy skin was unmarred. Her raven hair tumbled around her shoulders in disheveled waves. Put a frame around her and she’d fit right in with any of his brother’s art collection. His cock twitched, still rock hard, despite his worries.

  “I know, sweetheart.” He softened his tone. Now was not the time for games. “I wanted it too. Too much. I didn’t protect you.”

  He watched with dismay as she realized what he’d said, and the haze that was subspace vanished from her eyes. “Oh. Well.” She shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes darted across the floor.

  He saw the scrap of fabric first and handed it to her. She took it and wrapped it around herself. She lifted her eyes to his pulsing cock. She was firmly back in the here and now.

  “I’m clean, Sean. You?”

  “I’m clean. I don’t take chances.” Until now. The unspoken words hung in the air between them. The piano concerto had finished and some new piece he knew he should recognize, but didn’t, provided background music for the drama playing out between them.

  Celeste raised an eyebrow at him, and her lips curled up on one corner. “You don’t?”

  “Hell no!” He brushed past her to sit in the low curve of the chair. “I never said I’d been celibate since you left, but I haven’t been stupid.” He propped his elbows on his knees, and dropped his head into his upturned hands. “Not until now.”

  “No harm done. We’re both clean. That’s all that matters.”

  He sat up. She looked the same. Where had her brains gone though? “Aren’t you forgetting your Biology lessons? You could be pregnant.”

  “Oh, that. Is that what this is about? No need to twist your penis in a knot. I’m on the pill.”

  He couldn’t fathom why that didn’t make him as giddy as a teenager with his hand up a cheerleader’s skirt, but it didn’t. “Oh?”

  “Oh what?”

  “You need to be on the pill?” His voice didn’t sound like his own, but he didn’t have time to wonder about it. She went from innocent to viper in a flash.

  “You self-righteous pig! What are you implying? That I’m a slut?”

  He remained seated. She might be a head shorter than him, and fifty pounds lighter, but he knew she could lay him on his ass if she wanted to. It was safer to keep said ass parked. He raised his hands, palm out. “Whoa. Back down, Celeste. I’m not implying anything of the sort,” he pleaded with her. His inner caveman screamed that she was his, and plotted murder against anyone who dared claim otherwise.

  “For your information, pig head, I take the pill for. . . well, none of your business.”

  Pig head? Damn she was cute when she was flustered. “Why else would you take the pill?”

  She glared at him, and he resolved to keep his butt planted until she cooled down. “Because connard, it regulates,” she swirled her hand around in front of her as if that explained everything. He must have looked clueless because she let out a part sigh, part grunt and rolled her eyes at him. “It regulates my periods. There, are you satisfied?”

  She turned a shade of red he couldn’t name, and turned her back on him. He felt like the idiot she’d called him, but at least she hadn’t let loose on him. He was still in one piece, and he still wanted her. He swung around on the bench so his back rested against the inner curve of the high end, his feet found the floor on either side. Time to take her back under.

  “Celeste.”

  She turned to him. She’d always responded to that tone of voice. Already, her eyes had changed from annoyance to arousal. She was his, no matter how hard she fought it. He knew it, and soon, she would, too.

  “Kneel at that end.” He pointed to the shorter rolled end, between his spread legs.

  “Yes, Sir.” Celeste did as he bid, and he slid to a reclining position.

  His cock bobbed against his abdomen in anticipation. He’d never get enough of her, ever. “Lean in and take me in your mouth.”

  Her ruby lips opened over the head of his cock, and his rational brain dove to the bottom of the ocean, without an oxygen tank. Good God, she hadn’t forgotten what he liked. Her hands stroked and teased. She sucked his balls into her mouth, and what she did with her tongue ought to be a criminal offense. She took him to the back of her throat, and one precious finger found the spot below his balls that put him entirely at her mercy. His hips rose off the bench, and he bracketed her head in his hands in a futile effort to seize control from her.

  She did something with her teeth and tongue, and he saw stars behind his shuttered eyelids. He thought he said something. He might have begged, he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t in control of anything, least of all, his voluntary muscles.

  He prayed she would stop.

  He prayed she wouldn’t.

  His body moved in time with hers, a symphony orchestrated by Celeste, conducted by Celeste.

  Command her to stop. His brain screamed the message. His vocal chords ignored the signal. Just as well, he’d die for sure if she stopped. As bad as he wanted to feel her sweet, hot, vagina around him when he came, he wanted this just as bad.

  Celeste needed it, needed to be the one in control at least on occasion. He’d never let anyone rob him of his senses the way he did with Celeste. With her, he was vulnerable, open, exposed. She needed to see him this way, as much as he needed to be inside her, and he’d be inside her any way he could. Any way she would allow.

  He tasted like heaven, salty with a hint of citrus. Celeste relaxed her throat muscles and took him deep. It had been so long since he’d given her this much control. After the disastrous mission, they’d returned to the States and things had changed between them. Sean wouldn’t let her suck him off. As a sub, she hadn’t questioned his choice of positions, but as the woman who loved him, she had to.

  She loved this position. On her knees, her upper body supported by the gentle curve of the bench, she was positioned perfectly to take him in her mouth. For the longest, he held her head in his hands, and she felt the war he waged within himself. He wanted to stop her, but he didn’t. At last, his hands dropped to the sides of the bench. A complete surrender. She hadn’t expected it, and her heart soared.

  Her hands roamed then. She traced the soft flesh of his stomach, the hard ridges of his abs, up and over the definition of his pectorals. Her fingers found his flat copper nipples and teased them until he arched his back and groaned. With his cock held prisoner by her mouth, she touched every inch of him she could reach.

  He was as lean and muscular as ever. She remembered his morning swims and thought he must still do them. He had an athlete’s body, and once, it had been hers.

  “Sweet Jesus, Celeste.” His hands returned to bracket her head, but she refused to stop. This was a pleasure she could give him, and she wasn’t going to be denied the opportunity. She redoubled her efforts, and within minutes, Sean’s cock jerked, and his body stiffened. Hot cum shot down her throat. She swallowed it, swirling his cock with her tongue to get every drop. His hands were like a vise on her skull.

  When he finally let her go, she scooted over the end of the bench and draped herself over his prone form. It felt so good to be skin to skin with him again. His arms came ar
ound her and held her in a boneless embrace. His heart beat steady against hers, and after a few moments, he began to stroke her back in a long, lazy caress.

  Chapter Five

  Drew wished he could say he hated this part of the job, but that would be a lie. Watching the amateur porn, made and shared by the passengers, was one of the few perks as far as he was concerned. The ship had a bevy of people to edit the videos, and it was their job to make sure nothing objectionable made it onto the open channel, but Sean’s brother insisted that someone needed to scan them daily, just to make sure. That job had fallen on Drew.

  Tonight, sitting alone in the security office, the job was a good distraction from what he was certain was taking place between Sean and Celeste. Thinking about his best friend fucking the woman he loved, all night long, wasn’t good for his health, mental or otherwise.

  Not that he’d been faithful to the one time he’d been with Celeste. He closed his eyes. It took little effort to recall the ethereal scent of the woman he’d been with last night. His hands remembered the feel of silky skin beneath them. Something had happened this morning in the redhead's economy cabin, something he couldn’t name, couldn’t grasp solidly. Whatever it was, he needed to figure it out so it wouldn’t happen again.

  When they’d taken this job aboard the Lothario, Sean had generously offered him the smaller, second bedroom in his brother’s suite, and Drew had accepted. He wasn’t an idiot. Why pass up luxury when it was offered? However, since he was technically a crew member, he couldn’t very well take his conquests to the owner’s suite, so that meant creeping out of the passenger de jour’s cabin in time to get to work.

  He remembered waking this morning, his brain instantly alert to his surroundings. No matter how many times he woke in perfectly harmless places, he couldn’t shake the survival instincts he’d counted on for too many years. In the darkness of the small windowless cabin, he hadn’t been able make out much, but he recalled the redhead who was curled over his chest, deep in sleep. He brought his free arm over her head, and squinted at the glow-in-the-dark dial on his watch.