by Lily Harlem
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered.
He rolled his tongue over her clit, a good firm stroke that he repeated over and over.
She was going to come with his fingers up her ass. It was so close. She didn’t dare move in case the blissful sensations disappeared.
But they did. He’d lifted up, his face hovering over hers, but still invading her ass.
“You wanna come?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes. Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing, just taking you where you need to go.”
“I need to fucking come.”
“You want to come with me in here?” He stroked her insides.
“Yes, wherever. My clit, my pussy…my ass.”
“You’re gonna have to relax.”
“I will.” She was mindless with want. Her need for release all she could think off.
He slipped from her and stood.
She was bereft without him and moaned in frustration.
“Stay just like that…don’t move. Touch your pussy and you’ll pay for it with a spanking.”
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer.
She stared up at the ceiling, at the shadows dancing in time with the flames at her side. She was hot, cold, shaking, numb. It was as though a bomb had been lit in her pelvis and was just waiting to explode.
Roper was back at her side. He held a tub of Vaseline in his hand. “Just as well they have a stocked bathroom cabinet.”
He slid his hands beneath her, moving her so her knees were on the sofa and she was gripping the backrest. He pressed the small of her back so it arched and her ass was offered up to him.
“You’ll come,” he said, “the way you did with my hand on your throat. So damn hard you’ll think you’ve hit space.”
Before her was a bookcase. His gun sat atop it. She stared at the shiny black handle as he swiped Vaseline over her asshole. This was going to hurt like hell, she was sure. Yet he seemed so confident it would be good for her.
But really? Had he any idea how damn big his cock was?
He cupped her breast with one hand, his mouth by her ear and his chest hair tickling her back. “You look so beautiful like this, all shivery with want.”
She didn’t answer, her body barely felt like her own.
He slipped into her ass again, his fingers cool and slick.
“You’re so tight. You’ll feel so good around my dick.”
She sucked in a breath.
“We’re gonna have so much fun together when this is all over, you know that. I’ve got so much to teach you and show you. You have no idea how good your body can feel.”
“I want that.”
“I know you do. I can feel it. You’re pulling my fingers into you.” As if to prove a point, he added a third.
There was a nip of pain, but just as she was about to protest, he slipped his other hand to her clit and gave it just what she needed.
“It’s all good,” he said, pushing deep, so deep, while rubbing furiously at her nub. “Go with it, but tell me if you’re about to come.”
“Oh God, I’m not far off.” Sweat popped on her brow, and she gripped the cushion tighter.
“You’re ready then.”
He pulled out.
Her asshole stung and felt strange; pliant and greasy.
His chest left her back and his cockhead pressed against her anus. Still he worked her clit.
She was so damn close to coming. The pressure was almost at the boiling point. But she wanted to wait for him because she wanted him to come again, with her this time.
The force of his cock on her pucker increased.
She shut her eyes, knowing there was no stopping now.
“Bear down,” he said, tension in his voice. “Come on, baby. Open up.”
He continued to stimulate her clit.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “Now…”
“Yes, come.” He increased the speed. “Fuck, yeah, come as I enter you here.”
She gave into it and as pleasure seared through her body, he stretched her with his cock and sank in deep.
She bucked away, but he held her firm. Brilliant bright lights flashed before her. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was spasming. She needed more. She needed it to stop. She didn’t know what she needed.
“Ah, Jesus Christ,” Roper said, not letting up on her clit. “Fuck, that’s it.” He withdrew a few inches, then slid back in.
She’d never felt so full, so stimulated.
He released her clit and gave her ass a hard slap, then pinched her clit with a firm pressure and rolled it between his fingertips.
He was excited, she could tell, his touch not as accurate before. But it didn’t matter. It was enough and another orgasm rolled through her, snatching her breath and making her collapse against the sofa.
“Give me strength, you dirty fucking bitch…you love it.” He pulled almost out, then shoved back in. His balls slapped against her labia. “Don’t you? You love getting ass fucked?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” And she did. By Roper, it was incredible. No pain now, just all-consuming pleasure.
“I’m filling you up,” he gasped. “Now.”
He released her clit, gripped her hips and pistoned in and out of her ass.
His low, primitive groan echoed around the room as he came inside her. She braced to keep steady, though it didn’t really matter because he was holding her right where he wanted her.
“Ah, yeah…” He stilled. “Fuck.”
“Oh, God,” she murmured, head on her hands, eyes screwed tight shut.
“Yeah, that was you taking me, all of me,” he said, leaning over and nibbling her ear. He slowed the thrusting of his hips. “You’re so fucking giving, you know that?”
“Well, you have a tendency…to take.” She was breathless.
“I only take what you’re willing to give.”
“I know that.” And she did. He did like it rough and kinky as he’d said he did, but equally he was considerate, keen to share the pleasure. She trusted him not to take her anywhere she didn’t want to go, and if he did, she knew he’d bring her back again as soon as she asked him to.
“How’s it feel?” he asked.
“What?”
“To have me in your ass?”
“Strange.”
“Good strange?”
“Yeah, good. Like I’m yours totally.”
“That’s ’cause you are. You’ve got my cum on your tits and up your ass, baby, and you’ve had it in your pussy, too. Can’t make you more mine than that.”
“As I said, the goddamn school of romance you went to should be shut down.”
He chuckled and straightened. He withdrew from her ass, then stooped and peppered kisses over her buttocks.
She rested her head to the side and again watched the shadows of the flames dancing on the wall.
This man of hers, this Hermanus man, was wheedling his way into her heart the way he was penetrating her body—fast, efficient and in a way she knew she’d never forget.
Chapter Twelve
Roper sat heavily on the sofa next to her, his cock flaccid now.
Beth straightened and stood tall. Her body ached, her ass stung, but they were good sensations. “I’m gonna find the shower.”
“Yeah, you do that, baby,” he said, resting his head back and shutting his eyes.
“You tired?”
He opened one and surveyed her. “Guess you’re wearing an old guy out, huh?”
“Shut up. You’re not old. You’re in the prime of your life.”
“Glad you think so.”
Beth headed up the stairs. The upper hallway was thick with shadows, but she had luck with the first room she came to, as it was a small neat bathroom.
The water was lukewarm, and she helped herself to the residents’ toiletries that were set about. She figured they’d never notice.
After shampooing her hair and washing away the day on the road and the swe
at that had prickled at her scalp, she lathered her body, then rinsed. She thought of her mother again, next door, living in comfort while she’d been living on the streets. Of course, her mother thought she’d given her a decent amount of cash to go on the run with, but that didn’t change the facts. She’d been begging for food, filthy and freezing, while India had a full belly, a soft bed and all the liquor and cigarettes she wanted.
And her father. If he wasn’t dead, why hadn’t he come looking for her or sent cousins to find her? She couldn’t deny it hurt somewhere deep inside of her that the parents she’d loved, who she’d thought loved her, hadn’t put in more effort to find their only daughter.
She stepped out of the shower and dried. She’d learned some important lessons about her family, perhaps the way an adult does. But even so, she loved them. Family could always be forgiven—life’s motto in her world. It was what kept business ticking over.
But there’d have to be some slack given for her and Roper’s relationship. Rammadas would have to accept it; otherwise, maybe she’d disappear again, with him.
Could she?
Would she?
Hell, yeah.
She wasn’t going to be the spoilt little rich girl anymore who did what she was told. It was time to grow up and start fighting for what she wanted—the man in her life, a job, a sense of pride and achievement. She wouldn’t be told what to do by parents who’d failed her, even if she did still love them.
After eyeing the only clothes she had, she decided to see if there was something more suitable. It was time to be the new Beth.
The bedroom to her left offered only men’s clothes in the wardrobe, but she had more luck in the opposite room. The woman who was currently sunning herself in Florida was obviously stick thin, too. So Beth helped herself to underwear, including a padded white bra, a pair of dark denim jeans, and a pale pink sweater. When she got herself straight she’d send some cash for them to be replaced.
“Nice,” Roper said, as she walked into the living area pulling a comb through her hair. “Pink suits you.”
“Favorite color.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re girly, feminine.” He stood. “Shower decent?”
“Yeah just warm enough, it’s at the top of the stairs.” She gestured to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make food.”
“Good plan.” Still naked, he stood, drew the curtains so only the light of the fire filled the room, then headed up the stairs.
Beth sighed, contentment wrapping around her, then went into the kitchen.
With the radio playing on a country and western station, she set about making food. The boiling water steamed the window, and the scent of the tomato sauce cooking filled her nose. Sooty sat on the counter watching her.
“Mmm, smells good,” Roper said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“It’s only simple, but it’ll feed us.”
He ran his hand up to her breasts. “You found a new bra?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit big, but it’ll do.”
“I’ll take you shopping when we get to Chicago. You need more clothes.”
She set down the spoon she’d been stirring the sauce with and turned. Looping her arms around his neck, she looked up at him. He’d smartened up the dense layer of stubble around his chin. “At one time in my life, I thought it was impossible to have too many clothes, but after all of this shit that’s gone down, I’ve realized that I only need what I’m wearing.”
He tipped his head as if urging her to go on.
“There are other things in life that are more important.”
“Like what?”
“Being with someone you trust and care for.”
He hesitated for a moment, then, “Do you trust and care for me?”
“You know I do.” She went on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
He took control of the kiss instantly, holding her tight and sweeping his tongue into her mouth.
She groaned, amazed she could be turned on by him again already.
His hard cock nudged her belly. “Jesus, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He gripped her hair and tugged, exposing her neck so he could spread kisses from her ear to her throat.
“Roper,” she murmured.
A sudden beeping filled the room.
“What’s that?” he asked, releasing her hair.
“Dinner.” She untwined herself from him. “The pasta is ready.”
“You wanna wait a bit?” He licked his lips.
“No.” She laughed. “I’m hungry and I need the damn calories.”
“Yeah, okay.” He shoved his hand down his waistband and appeared to adjust himself.
“Is your cock always hard?” She set two large bowls on the kitchen counter.
“Seems that way when you’re around.” He gave her ass a playful swat. “Too damn hot for your own good.”
They ate in silence, filling up.
“That was good,” Roper said when he’d finished. “I like a woman who can cook.”
Beth laughed. “That was hardly my greatest masterpiece.”
“Yeah, well, it worked for me.” He stood, took his empty plate to the sink, and washed it up. Then when Beth had finished her meal, he did the same with her bowl and the pans she’d used.
“Go sit down,” he said, as he looked through the cupboards. “I’ll see if I can find us something to drink.
Beth went into the living room. The heat and the dim light embraced her, and with a blissful absence of hunger and her thoughts straight, she flopped onto the sofa and rested her head on a cushion.
Before she knew it, sleep was embracing her. It was a heavy blanket, weighing down on her, and she succumbed to it. Being washed away on gentle dreams, her body sated, her limbs tired and knowing she was safe and protected was the most relaxing sensation she’d experienced in a long time.
She was vaguely aware of the sofa dipping, Roper sitting on the opposite end. He took her feet, set them on his lap and the scent of whiskey wafted her way.
But she didn’t stir. She couldn’t; she was too far gone.
When she awoke the curtains were open, a tartan blanket was spread over her and Roper was gone.
The fire still glowed, the embers small chips of brightness amongst the ash. White morning light spilled into the room.
Pulling in a deep breath, she stretched out her back, which was a little achy from sleeping on the sofa.
“Coffee.” Roper appeared before her holding a red mug with an image of Niagara Falls on the front.
“Thanks.” She sat, swung her legs around and took it. “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
She took a sip of the strong, black coffee. “I guess we need to get going, huh?”
“Yeah, we do. Much as I’d like to hole up here for a few days so we can fuck each other stupid, there’s shit we need to sort out.”
“Yeah, I know.” She set down her drink. “I’ll get ready.”
Beth used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and hair and added a touch of lip gloss. She sprayed Chanel No. 5 around her neck and onto her wrists.
When she went back into the living area, Roper was on his cell.
“That’s quick work,” he was saying. “I mean really, this guy doesn’t waste time.” He paused. “Well, there is that. Eastman will reimburse that cash if Bowman gets off the hook.” Another pause. “Yeah, we’ll leave soon and should be there later today. I’ll meet you at Callahans’. And Conner…be nice.” He pressed his fingers over the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. “Yeah, but try. It’s, you know…something else this time.”
Beth gripped the doorframe. Was he talking about her? Telling Conner to be nice? Was she different from all the other women he’d had in his life?
Roper turned and opened his eyes, stared straight at her. It was as if he’d sensed her standing th
ere. He stepped close and kissed her forehead.
Her heart skipped. He had been talking about her. There was no doubt in her mind. Maybe she should allow herself to fall for him completely, utterly and crazily. He was, after all, one of the few men in Chicago who could stand up for himself if hounded by her family. He wasn’t going to run scared if her cousins started stirring up trouble. Not that they were even in town.
He ended the call and slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. “You ready?”
“Yes.” She pressed her palms to his cheeks and reached up to kiss him. His lips were soft against hers, and he smelled fresh and clean with a hint of leather. She searched for his tongue, stroked it with hers, trying to tell him how happy she was that they’d found each other with a kiss that was making her tremble.
When she pulled back, he smiled down at her. “What was that for?”
“I reckon I deserved a birthday kiss.”
“Birthday?”
“Yeah, I’m twenty today.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Why didn’t you say?”
“I am. Now.”
He took her hands and held them wide, scanned her body.
“You’re no longer fucking a teen,” she said.
“Thank the Lord for that,” he said. “Wasn’t sitting comfortably to tell the truth, but I couldn’t help myself.”
He scooped her up, lifting her high so she was looking down at him. “Roper,” she said with a laugh, “what are you doing?”
“We’ll celebrate later,” he said. “In style.”
“You mean after we’ve sorted out our warring families, including my down-and-out father, pray that the FBI are blackmailed by Franz and that Bowman, if he gets out, backs off.”
“Yeah, something like that.” He pressed a hard, fast kiss to her lips. “And Franz hasn’t wasted time. There’re already rumors that Bowman is up for release.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, nothing substantiated, but I guess Lou Kempton wasn’t keen on his hot young wife taking him for everything he’s got.”
“Whatever else happens, if Bowman does get off, it’ll take the heat off my family.”
“Yep, that’s the idea.” He set her down. “Now grab your jacket. We’ll go and say goodbye to Thelma and Louise next door, then head out of town.”