Wanted

by Palmer, Dee

  “Really? Because you were doing just fine. All you truly had to do was not stop!” she shouts.

  Okay, maybe my plan isn’t quite working the way I had intended.

  “Would you like some time to cool down? I can sense you’re a little tense.” I emphasize the last word but keep a playful note in my voice.

  “Oh you can sense that, can you?” Her legs twitch, and I know if she wasn’t spread wide with restraints, these gorgeous, long legs would be clamped so tight I’d need a crowbar to gain access.

  “You also might want to adjust your tone,” I warn, my playful tone is losing its lightness.

  “Oh, might I? If I’m a little snarky, it would be because your wicked, talented tongue has kind of left me hanging! What? Wait! Where are you going?” she calls out as soon as the bed dips.

  “I said, I think you need to cool down.” I slide off the end of the bed and take deliberate steps toward the door.

  “You can’t be serious?” I hear her incredulity as the door clicks shut, with me still standing inside.

  “Oh, my fucking God!” She screams after me, or so she thinks. “I can’t believe he did that!” She pulls at her cuffs and tries to shuffle and squirm to ease the pressure I built. “That was so fucking hot!” She exhales a light laugh, and her face pinks right up. She looks so fucking sexy, spread out, hard-peaked nipples begging for my touch and her pussy, all wet and wanton. I need to get her to push past her reservations. She needs to fully trust me and trust herself. She needs to let go. She has it in her; I can feel it under my fingertips. I know she’ll be spellbinding when she lets go, when she really gives herself to me. I can’t fucking wait.

  It’s another ten minutes, before I pull the handle and watch her jump to attention.

  “Charge?” Her head snaps toward the door, and as much as it might be fun to tease her a little longer, this is our first time, so I’ll go easy.

  “Yes, angel.”

  “Oh, thank God. Please don’t leave me again.” Her plea is soft and a little anxious.

  “That will depend on you, angel. I didn’t want to leave the last time, but you left me no choice.” I walk back over to the bed, her head following my movement, her cheek twitching as she chews the inside of her mouth and mulls over my words.

  “I’m sorry,” she says quietly after a moment.

  “And why are you sorry?” I gaze down at her as she looks up at me.

  “I was snippy with you, but in my defense, I’ve never done this before, and I thought you were being cruel,” she argues, but all her fire is gone. Her tone is defensive, and there’s an underlying sadness that fucking kills me. I quell the building rage, which burns from understanding why she might feel sad at a time like this. Asshole ex.

  “Angel, I would never be cruel.” I place my hand on her ankle and stroke my finger slowly up her leg, over her hip and along her stretched torso. “You need to understand I would never be cruel. I may be a little inventive, but what I do to your body is for our mutual benefit. I want to push your boundaries, Finn, but first I need you to let go.”

  “So you’re not being mean?” Her tone is more hopeful—happy even.

  “It might feel that way, but no.” I chuckle, and her smile widens, and her body softens. “I know this is taking you right to the edge of your comfort zone, but I need you to understand: When you embrace that space, you will be able to fully enjoy everything.” I pause a moment to let my words sink in, then continue. “So I will ask you again: Do you trust me?”

  “I do.” Her shy smile and instant answer make my chest ache with warmth and something I have never felt before. I don’t know what to call it, but the feeling is so damn good, I want more.

  “Good girl.” I climb onto the bed and rest my hands at the apex of her thighs, pushing them a little bit wider. She smells divine, and even after her enforced time-out, I can see she’s unbelievably wet. My thumbs trace her folds and open her fully so I can use my tongue to gorge on her arousal. I groan into her sweet center when she cries out my name. I pull back before she really starts to climb, because I need her cognizant and receptive.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, angel. You saw the objects at my disposal. ” She sucks in a breath and holds it, even as her legs begin to tremble with the surging desire clearly coursing through her body. “I want you to tell me what you want me to use to make you come.”

  “Oh, God!” She pants out on a rush of air, and I drag my tongue slowly around her clit to push her a little closer to the edge. “Charge, I…I—”

  “Tell me!” I demand in a low growl, my eyes darting to her face, which flashes a dark red just before she speaks and leaves me speechless and so hard it’s a miracle I don’t explode in my boxer shorts.

  “I want you to fuck me with the dildo and stick the plug in my arse, and…and I want your tongue. I want your tongue on my clit.” She bites her lips together, and I can see by the pinch of her face, even under the blindfold, she’s screwing her eyes shut. My brave girl is so fucking hot. “Please!” Her plea is a rushed afterthought, which makes my chest tighten and spurs me into action.

  “That I can do.” I place my mouth over her scorching core, swirling my tongue elaborately over her clit and along her silky flesh, dipping inside before I sit back up and make good on her request. I pick up the glass dildo first and palm the plug for later. The glass is cool to touch and slides easily from her clit to her entrance. I apply a little pressure and watch it slowly sink inside her. Damn, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen! My cock is in agony. Nevertheless, this is for her, and she really isn’t up to me fucking her, because there’s no way in hell I could be this restrained if my cock was buried to the hilt in heaven.

  “Oh, God, Charge. That feels amazing.” She sighs and tilts her hips up to encourage me to move. I push and pull, twisting and working the glass deep and deliberately, touching the parts my cock is literally weeping to feel. Her tummy clenches, and I ease back so as to penetrate shallowly. She lets out a steadying breath, her fingers curling up into tight little fists.

  “You ready for the plug, angel?” My voice is a barely-audible whisper.

  “Yes!” she puffs out on a laugh.

  “You’ve never had nothing bigger than a thumb in there; is that right?” I look at the silver, cone-shaped plug in my palm; it’s small but still bigger than any digit.

  “Yes, but I liked it.” I can’t hide the grin spreading across my face at her welcome burst of enthusiasm.

  “Okay, then. Let’s try, but if it’s uncomfortable in any way, you need to tell me. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Now, open your mouth.” She drops her jaw instantly, and my balls tighten at her obedience. I place the small, silver plug on her bottom lip and push it into her mouth, keeping a firm hold on the gem-encrusted end. “Make this wet and warm for me.”

  Her lips wrap around the plug, sucking it in, eager to please. I pull it out, and with some slight resistance, it plops from her mouth. In lieu of some extra lube, I pull the glass dildo free and drag the plug through her wetness and down to her tight, puckered entrance. Her legs begin to tremble at the first contact, and I use my voice to soothe and calm her. “Tell me to stop, Finn, at any time, and I will. But trust me, I’m going to make this worth that pounding in your chest.”

  She gives a rapid little nod, and I growl my disapproval at her silence.

  “Sorry. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” She flashes me a sweet smile, then sucks both lips into her mouth, biting down as I very slowly push the tip of the plug against her tight ring of muscles. At the same time I reintroduce the dildo, sliding it all the way inside her soaking pussy. She moans, arching her back, pushing against my hand.

  “Oh, Charge! God, yes! Yes!” With the deep penetration of the dildo, I managed to distract her enough to ease the plug all the way in with very little resistance. Her cries of pleasure are visually represented by the glorious flush of color and glow, kissing a
nd covering her skin. I start to move the dildo, leaving the plug to keep her with a delicious, full feeling. Judging by those erotic little moans and pants, she loves it all.

  “Oh, Charge, I’m…I’m really close. Please don’t stop. Please!” she begs breathlessly.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it, angel. Not with this front-row seat to perfection.” She gasps, sucking in a loud and shocked breath when I start to pump and push her higher, harder, and farther than I believe she’s ever been. I lean down, covering her clit with my lips and I suck, pressing my tongue flat and firm, letting her grind against my mouth with wild abandon. Her legs tremble, and every muscle in her body freezes, tenses, and she screams so damn loud, I think she might startle the horses. Absolutely fucking incredible.

  I DON’T REMEMBER FALLING ASLEEP. I think the last climax was too much. As if that’s a thing. But I must have really passed out, because it takes me a few minutes to orient myself when my lids do flutter open. My arms and legs are free to move, and the thin, soft, cotton sheet drapes my body lightly as I’m wrapped around Charge. I can’t believe I did that!

  I can feel the heat in my cheeks at the thought and the unstoppable pull of my lips into the widest motherfucking smile. Amazing, utterly mind-blowing.

  I tip my head on his chest so I can see his face, mindful not to wake him. He has a rich, golden tan, strong jaw, and his dark lashes are so long they fan onto his high-cut cheekbone. He is possibly the most beautiful man I have ever seen. This isn’t to say the others aren’t handsome, because they are, but there’s something ethereal about this man, which tugs at more than my libido. He coaxes and cares, demands and delivers, pushing me to explore myself, all while cherishing me and making me feel safe and wanted. My eyes drop to his full, soft, extremely talented mouth, and I feel a bubble of heat like a direct hit between my legs. God, I’m insatiable.

  “Keep looking at my lips, angel, and I will never let you leave this bed.” I jump at his deep, rumbling voice, and look to see his wickedly wide smile and soul-piercing eyes gazing at me.

  “And leaving the bed would be a bad thing?” I quip with a cheeky, full smile.

  “Not at all. But I have to feed you, and I thought you wanted to chat,” he reminds me with a light tap on my now crinkled nose.

  “We can chat in bed?” I pull a playful pout, which makes him laugh.

  “Not if you keep looking at me like that, we can’t,” he admonishes, though his tone is teasing.

  “Sorry, I’m being selfish. You must be…I mean, you didn’t…do you want me to…” I stutter.

  “Finish a sentence? Yeah, that would be good.” He leans over to kiss my hair, chuckling at my sudden awkwardness.

  “No need to go back to being reticent, Finn. Not now. And I’m in the Navy, remember? There’s not much you could say that would shock me,” he points out with a serious arch of his brow.

  “Okay,” Sucking in a breath, I force myself to say the damn words. What’s the worst that could happen? I have to remind myself he’s not Dave. “You didn’t come earlier, would you like me to”—I close my eyes and soldier on—“to suck your cock?” I rush the rest of my thoughts, preventing any interruption that might make this even more awkward. “I know we can’t have sex, although there are probably some positions that would work, but I can definitely go down on you.” I bury my face in his T-shirt, and the hard muscles beneath feel like granite.

  “I love it when you talk dirty.” I can almost feel his smile; it’s warm and playful. He hugs me to him, planting a litany of tender kisses on my hair, making my heart swell. “I’m good, angel. I want to wait until you’re a hundred percent, but if you’re up for a repeat, I’m more than happy to oblige.” I look up from my hiding spot to see him wiggle his brow, and I laugh and choke at the same time.

  “Only if you want to put me in a coma.”

  “No coma. How about I fix us some lunch, and you can start reading this.” He pulls the large 3-ring binder, which is taking up most of the surface area, off the bedside table. He holds it out for me to take, and although I mutter and grumble, I shift back on the bed, pulling the sheet to cover myself and take the damn binder. “I’m sure it will give us something to chat about.” Scooting off the bed and pulling his jeans up, he walks out the door, barefoot and glorious, with a quick backward glance, which makes my heart beat just a little bit faster.

  I manage to read quite a portion of Charge’s section, and he wasn’t wrong about me having questions. It is crammed full with facts, but little detail. Charge returns and barely gets one foot in the door before I pounce with my first question.

  “What were you in juvie for?” I close the binder and flash a smile at his shocked expression.

  “Wow! You’re a fast reader.”

  “I may have skimmed the kindergarten years,” I confess with a sheepish shrug.

  “Shame, some of my fondest memories are from those years.” He walks over to the bed, and I move over to make room and flatten the comforter.

  “I’ll go back and read that, I promise.” I pat the bed for him to have a seat.

  “Arson,” he states flatly.

  “Oh! That’s pretty serious.” I suck in a sharp breath, and he shrugs.

  “My guardian certainly thought so.” He calmly places a tray with two bowls of sweet-smelling tomato and basil soup, crusty bread rolls, some sliced fruit and a large jug of water. “I had gotten into a lot of trouble before that, and it was escalating. This was the last straw, and Donald, my guardian, decided he wasn’t going to bail me out. My sentence was set for eighteen months, but I should’ve served much longer, so I know I was lucky. I didn’t think so at the time. I thought he was a piece of shit for abandoning me like that, especially after everything, but it turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me.” His eyes soften, and I recognize his affectionate expression.

  “You met the others there.” I match his smile, which is unashamedly bright.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Fourteen.”

  I take one of the rolls and pull it apart, using the motions to give me a second to think. I was in foster care at fourteen and having just met Hope, my life was turning a corner. I started working at one of her mum’s salons and spent most of my time either there or at Hope’s house. I don’t like to dwell on the years prior to meeting Hope.

  “What were you caught burning?” I finally ask.

  “My parents’ house.” His derisive tone startles me.

  “Really? Why?” I can’t hide the shock in my voice.

  “When they died, I hated everything, everyone and anything that reminded me of them. The house was one big mausoleum, and I hated that it was still there when they weren’t. I was living with Donald, but I snuck out every chance I could. One night I found myself there.”

  “Your parents were in a car accident.” It’s a statement, having read the little snippet in the file. He gives a curt nod.

  “Yes, along with my grandparents and my brother.” His body tenses, his shoulders straightening, and I worry I may have asked one too many questions. Pink warned me he might not be open to scrutiny, but he’s quite the opposite, and I find myself hungry for any and all information he wants to share.

  “Sorry, Charge. We don’t have to talk about this. ” Any story that involves a child being left an orphan is not going to be pretty. I know mine isn’t.

  “It’s fine. I mean it’s not fine, but it happened. I loved my parents; however, they lived for the limelight and appearances. Don’t get me wrong, they were always there for us, gave my brother and me all their time when we needed them, and we never wanted for anything. Nevertheless, they did love to show us off when the cameras were there, and I really fucking hated that. Hated them for it.” His distain drips from the words like tar, black and ugly. “My father co-owned a film production company with my guardian, and my mother was an actress who gave acting up when she had my brother. Anyway, it was a big premier night, and I woul
dn’t go, flat out refused, but my baby brother was the peacekeeper, always cheerful and wanted to make others happy. He told them I was sick to stop a big fight and to keep my father from punishing me.” His eyes close, and agony distorts his handsome face as his thoughts cause him physical pain. He falls silent. I reach for his hand. It’s no comfort, I know, but I can’t not touch him when he looks so unbearably sad.

  “I’m so sorry, Charge.” His fingers thread through mine, and he lifts my palm to his lips.

  “It was a long time ago.” His features slowly lighten as the somber cloud of devastation drifts way, and after a short time, he lets out a long breath, lifting his eyes to meet mine. His earnestness catches me off guard. “This arrangement is important to all of us for the same reason, Finn. We don’t want to lose anyone again. We’ve all lost enough. I know it’s a challenge, taking on four guys. It’s definitely going to take an exceptional woman.” He fixes me with the most intense, soul-searching stare, and he’s utterly mesmerizing. After a long moment, I’m able to speak.

  “You can’t know that’s me. You barely know me, Charge.” I hate the uncertainty in my voice, especially when he sounds so confident, seems so sure of everything.

  “True, and I’m not going to rush you. You can take all the time in the world, but me, I’m going to trust my gut.” He flashes the most brilliant, heart-stopping smile, stealing the breath from my lungs, leaving me a little dazzled. He’s certainly an assault on all my senses.

  Picking up my spoon, I absently stir the steaming hot soup, mulling over his words and the heartfelt sincerity. I don’t doubt he believes and means what he says, which is both flattering and scary as hell. I try to divert the heavy conversation, at least until I’ve been here for more than forty-eight hours.

  Has it really only been that long? It has been longer in my head and my heart; in my mind it’s been three months of daily free and honest conversations with four of the most amazing men I’ve ever known.