by Heather Long
He laughed softly and rinsed off, then shut the water off. Free of all the soap, his whole body gleamed. The word beautiful did not do him justice.
“You’re interested,” he said, and I didn’t even try to retreat as he dripped his way over to me. When he settled his wet hands on the door, one on each side of me, I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. Heat hit me in waves.
“I came to make sure you weren’t hurt.”
“Would you care if I was, Dove?” Wonder reappeared in those eyes of his, and I almost forgot how to breathe.
I licked my lips and considered my answer as he leaned in a little closer. Warm water from his hair dripped against my cheek like a forgotten tear. The moment I opened to admit that yes, I would care, he swallowed the sound as his mouth claimed mine.
Fuck the water. I wrapped my arms around him, and then his banded against me as he picked me right up off the ground. Everything faded away except the feeling of his body crushing mine and the heavy weight of that pierced dick pressing against my stomach.
“Yes,” I managed in between breaths as he tilted my head to the side and nudged my mouth open wider. The sweep of his tongue stroking mine provoked a rush of need to boiling in my system. I clenched my thighs against his hips.
The yoga pants I had on were not remotely thick enough to do more than provide the suggestion of impediment.
“Yes what, Dove?” He kissed away from my mouth and tracked a path of biting kisses along my jaw to my ear. I shuddered with every connect as I dug my fingers into the hard, tense muscles of his shoulders.
“Yes,” I whispered, the single syllable strained.
With sharp teeth, he tugged at my earlobe, and then a wide hand slid under the waistband of my pants, and I swore my panties fucking disintegrated.
Chapter 22
Emersyn
Vaughn dug his fingers into the muscle of my ass, and I hitched my thighs a little higher on his hips. The water still sluicing off him soaked my shirt in seconds. But I was already twisting to find his lips with my own. He rocked his hips into me as I sucked his tongue in to play with my own. There was a hint of mint on his breath and the notes of coffee.
Three thoughts collided as the seam on my yoga pants tore. The first was I’d had time to nap and get a little recovery for my sore muscles. The second that I’d showered. And the third…?
“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled me away from the door. “Dove, do you really want this?”
His pupils were huge, and his chest heaved with his panting breaths. I licked the taste of him on my lips, savoring it. Wiggling against him, I asked him almost wordlessly to put me down. Despite the raging need demonstrated by his thick, red crowned cock with the mushroom shaped head flushing an almost painful crimson, he released me.
Almost instantly, I missed the bite of his fingers against my ass and the heat of him crushing my breasts. My nipples were particularly needy, but they’d been trapped behind cloth, so I yanked the shirt up and over my head. The sports bra I’d tugged on went next.
The humid air was almost a cool caress on my flesh.
“Holy shit, Dove.” He exhaled the words with a kind of reverence that turned my cunt slick with need. I stripped off what was left of the yoga pants, and despite the way his fingers twitched, he didn’t reach for me. The sense of control was heady as fuck, but I’d take it.
Right now, we were trapped in this bubble of expectation and desire. Nothing else mattered in this steamy bathroom. Just me. Just him.
When my panties hit the floor, I followed them down to my knees and ran my hands up the bunching and flexing muscles of his thighs. At eye level, his cock was even more impressive and kind of pretty in a heavy, blunt way. There was just the hint of a curve to it that had my core clenching.
He was going to hurt me in all the best ways. I traced my tongue against the slit where pre-cum gathered, and his dick fucking twitched. I wrapped my hand around the girth of it, and he slammed his palms against the door again.
Stealing a look upward, I found his hot eyes on me, and I smiled as I traced my tongue over his tip, exploring each of the bits of metal jutting out in the form of a cross. I had no idea why he’d pierced himself like this or how much it had to have hurt when he’d done it, but I wanted to know what it felt like. Everywhere.
I gave his cock a slow pump, not once losing the focus of his gaze. “Are we really doing this, Vaughn?” It was as close to asking permission as I could get at that moment. We were playing with fire, and I wanted to burn.
“Dove, you can have every fucking thing from me you want,” he promised. “But be sure, sweet girl. ’Cause I have a feeling once I’m in that pussy of yours, I’m not going to want to be anywhere else.”
“Then let’s start here,” I suggested before I closed my mouth over the hot tip of his dick, and he released a litany of curse words that just made me clench everywhere. The weight of his cock on my tongue was a drug, and I worked the base with my hand as I sucked him as deep as I could. There was no way I was getting him to my throat, but I could damn well try.
A flash of darkness filled my eyes, but I flung it away. I traced the piercings on his cock, grounding myself against their presence. A heavy hand came down on my hair, but it was so light and tentative.
Another slow suck and pump, then I pulled off, aware of the string of spit still connecting us as I gazed up at him. The rawness in his expression turned me inside out. I wanted more of that. I was here with him.
“You can pull my hair,” I told him. “You can fuck my mouth.” A shudder went through me as he bared his teeth in an expression that fell somewhere between a grin and a grimace. “You can do anything you want to me.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his breath coming in shallower breaths, and I swore his cock pulsed in my grip. I licked the head again, sucking away the salty drops of pre-cum. They were his, and I wanted them.
Nothing mattered right now.
Except him.
Except this.
“Yeah.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, a hint of rapture in his face. “Dove…hold on for me, because I am going to eat you fucking alive.”
The silkiness of his voice punctuated by the raw promise had my thighs turning damp. I was this fucking turned on, and we’d barely done more than kiss. In a move so quick and smooth, he had me up from the ground before I even realized what he was doing.
He yanked open the bedroom door, and the light from the bathroom spilt across the room, highlighting his bed like a guidepost. But he shut off the light, and with only the flickering light from the television playing over him, he carried me to the bed. The band of his arm around me was steel, but the brush of his skin against my nipples had me squirming. His cock nudged at my cunt, and he let out a growl of breath as he dropped me onto the soft fucking cover.
The contrast of sensation against my overheated skin had me squirming. I started to move, but he caught my calves and pulled me toward him. Then my knees were over his shoulders as he knelt onto the bed. The angle pushed me up onto my shoulders, but I could handle the bend.
Then his mouth closed over my cunt like he planned to kiss it as deeply as he had my mouth. The pure liquid heat coursing through my veins caught fire at the first thrust of his tongue. His nose moved in slow circles on my clit. It was swollen and needy, no doubt, because even the gentlest of brushes sent electricity to sizzle over my nerves.
Every time he pressed his tongue into me though, I wanted to clamp down on it. Not enough pressure. Fuck, I needed more. Hands flattening on the bed, I wrapped my thighs tighter so I could grind upward.
His wicked chuckle sent a ripple of want straight through me, and then he locked his lips over my clit and sucked it against his teeth until the pressure made my vision white out and a sharp sting had me gushing.
The orgasm detonated in my system and ripped a cry from my throat that startled me. Holy shit, that felt so fucking good, and he didn’t let up. It was like he’d found the pleasur
e trigger and kept squeezing it. I bucked my hips, but he held me in place, one arm over my hips as he kept sucking, nipping, licking, and thrusting. He spread his free hand over my torso and then slid it over a breast.
I found myself laying my hand over his as he reached for a nipple. The calluses on his fingers were the perfect roughness against the pebbled flesh. He teased them, gentle tugs and twists.
A mewling sound tore out of my throat as I covered my free breast with my other hand. “Harder, Vaughn. Fuck me everywhere…” I wanted to feel nothing but him. As if to illustrate my point, I pinched the nipple until pain sparked through the white heat he kept stroking with his mouth.
I swore even the noises he made, slurping and sucking, added fresh kindling to the fire consuming me. “Come for me, Dove,” he whispered against my flesh. “Fucking come, I want to taste you again.”
Back to back orgasms were not my thing. The fact he’d already wrung one out of me was amazing enough, but my body bowed obediently and he matched the twist of my fingers with his own, and when he scraped his teeth over my clit, he twisted the nipple almost painfully and I fucking screamed.
The sound was raw, and it exploded out of me as pleasure flooded every part of me. I didn’t know if I blacked out or floated, but one moment, his mouth was feasting on my cunt, and the next, he was kissing me. The taste of my release was all over him. His whole damn face had been painted slick.
Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I gripped and tugged as I rocked him between my thighs. Between us, we lined him up and he wrapped a hand around my throat. No pressure at all, just the barest of tension.
“Slow,” he commanded, and I swore my body melted into the sheets. I was not obedient by nature, and he made me want so much more. My limbs tingled and my lips burned from his kisses. My nipples ached beautifully, but the clenching of my cunt had become a real need.
“I want you,” I confessed without an ounce of shame.
“And you’re going to have me, Dove, but you’re a little thing, and even as bendy as you are, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want that hurt,” I argued. I wanted every-fucking-thing.
“No more pain,” he whispered before claiming my lips to silence my objections, and then he nudged at my entrance. The first push was shallow, just barely breeching past the mouth. The rub of his piercing lit me up, the sensations almost alien and in competition for the hot heat of his erection.
When was the last time I wanted to ride a dick? I’d forgotten, but even as I arched my hips, he kept his hand firm on my throat and I kept my upper body still for him as he worked his way in.
Huge.
Bendy was right, and I had my legs up and wrapped around him to deepen the angle of his thrusts. Each time, he pressed a little deeper, and I wanted to weep for how fucking good it felt.
“Hold onto me, Dove,” he ordered, and his voice held a lot more strain. A vein throbbed in his forehead, barely visible from the flickering television light, but I gripped his arms. The roll of his muscles as they bunched and gave under my fingers just added another level of excitement.
With every roll of his hips, he pressed deeper into me and I arched up to meet him. His rough breathing began to echo my own pants. I wanted more.
“I’ll give it to you,” he promised. “It’s coming. But you first…” Then he slammed into me, and I swore I saw stars. I screamed at the stretch and burn of him. The piercing just lit up more nerves, and I could feel him everywhere.
When he pulled out, I sobbed from the pleasure of it. When he thrust in, I keened. Then he was rocking into me and I was clinging to him, desperate to not be shoved away. He kissed me again, sucking away my air until he was all the oxygen I breathed, and when I came apart this time, real tears splashed onto my cheeks. The spasms started deep in my cunt and radiated out until I shook from head to toe.
I was still trembling when he pulled out, and before I could reach for him, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.
Oh.
Fuck.
Yes.
“My turn, Dove,” he whispered, then lined himself up and pushed back into me. Fuck. I threw my head back, and he wrapped my hair around his hand and gripped my hip. I dug my fingers into the sheets and braced for it.
“Yes,” I begged.
Fucking begged.
I didn’t have to ask twice. Vaughn began to drive into me with pounding thrusts that left my cunt shaking and convulsing around his dick. He rotated his hips as if shifting the angle, and every strike just sent me higher.
Flying. I knew flying, and fuck me, this was flying. I whimpered and moaned out his name, over and over again, as he kept rocking into me. The rhythm he set was a punishing pace, and I swore he’d listened to me when I said I wanted the hurt because it was there, stretching me to the point of pain with every drive home, and then I was fucking coming again.
I’d lost count as I shook apart, and he let out a shout as hot seed jetted into me. It was like a chemical reaction that had me clamping down on him desperately. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him exploding like I was. Sweat dripped down my face, and at some point, we collapsed together. His huge body covered mine, and I reveled in the feel of it.
The world out there was a dark, dangerous place. They’d tried to make my prison pretty, but until this moment, I’d been unable to forget that it was a cage. First the studio where I could dance and fly, now this…
I never wanted to move again.
I dozed almost sluggishly, half aware of him moving as he eased out of me. I groaned, the sound escaping without any effort. He smoothed a hand over my hip and then along my back. The soft, silken croon of his voice in my ear said, “Sleep, sweet Dove, I have you.”
He did, and for the moment, I was so willing to believe him. The bed shifted with his absence, and then he was back with a warm, damp cloth. He stroked it between my thighs, and I whimpered at the touch on my sensitive flesh. But he kissed one nipple, then drew it against his lips, laving it with his tongue in a soothing motion that had less to do with exciting me than easing me.
I drifted again, and then he was back on the bed and his arms wrapped around me as I snuggled close.
Whatever happened next was tomorrow Emersyn’s problem. Today…
“I want to do that again,” I whispered. “Can I fuck you again, Vaughn?”
His warm chuckle sounded almost sad for a moment, and a shiver of apprehension wound up my spine, but he eased it with a gentle stroke of his hand. “Anything you want, beautiful Dove. But sleep right now and let me hold you.”
I could do that.
So I did.
Sleep claimed me, even as the news came on in the background with an update on the story of a missing heiress, but I was too comfortable and too full of the feeling of him to watch.
I could deal with it tomorrow.
Chapter 23
Emersyn
Heat surrounded me, my eyelids were heavy, and all I wanted to do was burrow deeper. But I couldn’t afford to sleep so deeply. The last time I’d been this comfortable…
My eyes snapped open to the dark room with the faint flickers from the television. The soreness in my body combined with the press of a hard body against mine and a very awake dick nestled against my ass filled in all the sleepy blank spots. I let out a little groan, and my bladder gave a protest.
With care, I wiggled out from under the arm. Even with the distinct ache between my thighs declaring my very thorough and deep fucking, I felt better than I had in days. I’d scraped back a little bit of power for myself. I’d danced. Flown. Then this beautiful man had played with my body and let me play with his.
In the annals of Emersyn Sharpe, we called that winning.
Thankfully, there was enough light from the television to make it into the bathroom. I flicked the light on and almost laughed at myself when I got past the squinting to see the crown of crazy hair I was sporting. Bed head had nothing on me. There was a bruise just
below one nipple, the shape a perfect hickey, and a beautiful handprint on my hip.
The thrill skating through me should worry me. In fact, as I made myself turn away from the mirror, it definitely did worry me. I wasn’t staying here. Doc was going to help me get out. Just the thought of Doc had my thighs clenching again. I peed, emptying my bladder, and then cleaned up.
Despite the soreness, I vaguely recalled Vaughn pressing a warm, damp washcloth between my thighs and cleaning me up too. The thoughtfulness in that action made me smile. I put some toothpaste on my finger and used that to clean my teeth. Despite my attempts to swallow his tongue—and ride it—I couldn’t use his toothbrush.
I found a comb and worked it through my hair. Fortunately, I had washed it before so it detangled pretty well, but there was no smoothing out the lift. I studied my appearance in the mirror when the movement of the door caught my attention. It swung inward quietly, and the mass of beautifully painted muscle filled my vision. His sleepy expression and faint frown arrested me.
Turning, I leaned against the sink and met his hooded gaze. A genuine smile pulled at that sensuous mouth, and I swore my cunt fucking tingled in anticipation, even as my nipples tightened. The jut to his cock promised me there was equal interest there.
“Thought I’d had a dream,” he murmured in that satiny voice as he closed the distance and boxed me up against the chilly counter. The contrast between his hot body and the cold marble just heightened my awareness of him. Vaughn filled the whole bathroom, and the brush of his overheated skin against my nipples had me straining upward.
He didn’t make me wait for long.
The kiss had my toes curling, even as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Palming my ass, he lifted me until I ground against the hard length of his cock. Slick dampness coated my thighs, and the fact his cock slid right between them had us both groaning, but he didn’t let up on the kiss. If anything, he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to deepen it.