Seducing Liselle

by Marie E. Blossom

  “Just let it go, Liselle.” He bit his lip, eyes hot as he gripped her hips.

  She let her head fall forward, breasts bouncing with his body. She let go, trusting him to hold her, and brought her hands to her nipples.

  “God, yeah, touch yourself,” John said, low and rough. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She looked down at him, at his gorgeous body. The scars and bandages just made him look even more handsome, as if he’d been through hell and come out better, somehow. She felt like the ugly ducking in comparison to his masculine beauty.

  “I’m broken,” she whispered. She touched a finger to the bruises on her arm, the cut on her thigh. And lastly, she put a finger to her face, running her hand along the bullet graze on her cheek. “Damaged goods.” The wound on her chin ached, even though she hadn’t touched it. She had her other hand on her waist, wishing they’d turned out the lights. She wasn’t skinny, and she wasn’t young. She had scars and wrinkles and a bit too much life etched into her very bones.

  He shook his head. “No, you’re a survivor. You fought back. You tried to protect me and saved Beth and came out of the fire alive. That makes you the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” He touched her breasts, making them tingle as he thumbed over her nipples. He ran his hand down to her thigh, then lifted her and positioned his cock at her entrance. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, lowering her slowly down.

  She shuddered. “You’re crazy.” She couldn’t help the smile that took over her face.

  He grinned back. “No, I’m just crazy about you.”

  She groaned at the cheesy comeback. “Seriously?” she asked, laughing at his leer.

  “Hey, we had angry sex outside in the rain. Now we can have silly sex inside in my bed.” He thrust up, fingers digging into her hips.

  She gasped. “You feel so good.”

  He bent his knees, supporting her back. “You feel phenomenal. Soft and hot and so goddamned wet I just want to bury my dick inside you forever.” He lifted her up, muscles bulging as his cock danced inside, hitting all the best spots. He slid a hand to her pussy, thumb playing with her clit. The other he slid around to her ass where he fingered her until she cried out.

  “Yeah, that’s what I want to see,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside. “I want to fuck you until you pass out. Then I want to do it all over again.” She was so wet now that he was able to put another finger in her ass, scissoring them, stretching her open.

  “John, God. What are you doing?” She pushed down on his fingers, amazed at how good it felt.

  “I want to make love to you back here. Can I?” He rubbed at her clit again.

  She grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop. “I can’t think when you do that.”

  He looked at her, face suddenly serious, and stopped moving. It didn’t help as much as she’d expected. His cock and fingers still filled her up. She moved herself on him, panting as his muscles went rigid under her legs.

  “Yeah,” she said, working herself down on his fingers again. “Yes. You can have me any way you want, John.” She realized as she said it that she meant it, and not just because they were having sex. She looked down at him, a burst of emotion welling up in her chest. This was the man who’d saved her from her brother. From her father. This was the man who’d let her have her way with him outside, in the rain, when she was out of her head with shock and grief and craziness.

  He groaned, moving under her with such grace that a bolt of fear shot through her: she’d truly let him do anything to her. She’d let down all her barriers with him and had never been so vulnerable in her life. She’d never let another man so far inside her—what the hell was she doing? She gasped, heart pounding from arousal or fright, she wasn’t sure which, and then he smiled at her, eyes bright. She swallowed, seeing how carefully he tempered his strength with compassion and yes, love.

  “John, I—” she began, but he put a finger to her lips. She shook her head, but he held her still.

  “I love you,” he said.

  She shuddered, tears welling up. He drew her down, kissing her as if it were the first time. She kissed him back, licking into his mouth, tasting the truth of his words. He turned them over, shoving pillows under her hips. She moaned, clutching his arms, suddenly wild. She had to have him, right now.

  “Easy, love,” he murmured, then slid his cock out of her pussy and bumped it at her anus. She watched as he grabbed a condom and tore the package hastily. When he’d put it on, he went back to rubbing the crown at her hole. She shivered and he teased at her clit with his fingers, then pushed gently with the head of his prick. His face was tense, controlled, and for a moment she didn’t think it would work, then all at once, he slid inside. She arched her back against the burn but before she could complain, it subsided and he sank into her.

  “Jesus, fuck, Liselle. You’re so tight. God.” He gripped her legs, pushing them up until she was bent nearly in two. His hips worked relentlessly, shoving his cock inside little by little.

  “John,” she said, brokenly. Her whole body had gone hot. The pleasure was too much. She thrashed her head from side to side, shivering.

  “Shh, just a bit more,” he ground out, then his balls hit her ass and he bent down, kissing her knees. “Gorgeous.”

  She swallowed, completely dominated by his body. She couldn’t move, couldn’t control anything, and weirdly, instead of feeling powerless, she felt strong. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew he was completely focused on her pleasure.

  “More,” she whispered, licking lips gone dry. “John, please.”

  He grimaced, and nodded. “Yeah.” His hips stuttered, sending sparks of heat through her.

  God, this is insane, she thought. She scrabbled at his shoulders, desperate for him.

  “Come on,” she said, clenching her muscles.

  He went rigid, and then his hips pumped. She had to close her eyes as his cock slid out and then back in. He was huge, and hot, and it was so good she couldn’t think clearly. She just wanted: more of his mind, more of his body. She grabbed his arms and he plunged in again, fucking her so slowly she had to bite her lip to keep from floating away.

  “Yeah, that’s it, Liselle. Let go,” he murmured, body moving over her.

  She threw her head back, overwhelmed. He shifted until one of his hands was on her clit. She groaned, shoving at him, needing to come. It felt like a train coming through the woods from far away, heavy and inevitable. She was nearly there…

  “Liselle,” he groaned, cock growing impossibly larger.

  She ground down on him and he put two fingers in her pussy, rubbing the heel of his hand on her clit while he shoved up inside her ass and she lost it, crashing into a pleasure so huge her vision went white, then black. He moaned, body going rigid, and then his cock jerked, his pleasure jetting into her, hot and shocking. She rode another small crest of pleasure, and then everything seemed to slow down. Her legs slid down his flanks, boneless, and he collapsed on top of her like a warm, comforting blanket.

  Several minutes later, he stirred, his cock slipping out of her. He rolled over to dispose of the condom, and then gathered her back into his arms. When he kissed her cheek, gently enough she didn’t even feel the sting from her wound, she sighed.

  “I love you too, John.”

  She felt his smile against her skin. She wanted him to stay there, always.

  Chapter Eleven

  John woke slowly. Liselle was nestled in his arms, breathing deeply. He didn’t move, not wanting to wake her when she slept so soundly. Pitbull sprawled across his feet and he couldn’t remember a more perfect moment in his life. He kissed her hair, smoothing his hand down the silky strands. The morning sunlight had just begun to creep across the bottom of the bed when she finally stirred.

  “Mmmm,” she said, sliding a hand around his waist.

  “Sleepyhead,” he murmured, smiling.

  “Why are you awake?” she asked, lifting her head. Her hair was messy and her right
cheek had the imprint of her hand on it. She’d never looked prettier.

  “It’s almost eight o’clock. I bet my sisters and Beth will be barging in soon, especially after everything that happened yesterday.”

  She nodded and stretched. John watched as the comforter slid down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were soft and pink. He wanted to lick them. She caught him looking at her and laughed. He grinned helplessly at her.

  “You’re so pretty,” he said, running a hand over her waist.

  “So are you,” she countered, thumb on his cheek.

  He shook his head, knowing he was blushing faintly. “Guys aren’t pretty.” He leaned in, kissing her boob. Pitbull gave a protesting meow from the vicinity of his feet. Liselle giggled and he opened his mouth, sucking the nipple in. She gasped, and he bit her gently, enjoying the way she puckered under his tongue.

  “You taste like rain,” he murmured, licking gently.

  She slid her hands into his hair and urged him up, touching her lips to his. They kissed, and when she pulled back she licked her lips. “So do you, hot stuff.”

  He grinned. “I want to make love to you.”

  She kissed him again, short and sweet. “Yeah, okay.”

  He rolled over, pinning her underneath his hips. The cat yowled and shot off the bed, but John didn’t care. His cock was so damn hard for Liselle already, nudging into the juncture of her thigh. She opened her legs and the sensitive crown brushed over her silky pubic hair. His hips jerked and she laughed. Instead of replying, he took himself in hand and stroked over her pussy, wetting the tip of his shaft. She moaned, slinging her thighs over his hips.

  “You like that?” he asked, knowing she did. He could smell her arousal: musky and sweet.

  “I thought you said your family was coming?” she said, even as her body nudged against his cock.

  “They can wait.” He angled himself down and she gasped. He slid right in.

  “God, you’re so wet,” he muttered, watching as his dick plunged into her. He loved the way they looked together. When the door downstairs slammed open, he grimaced, but didn’t stop.

  “For crying out loud,” he muttered, hips moving.

  Liselle pushed at his arms. “Stop! Are you crazy?”

  He narrowed his eyes at her and rubbed her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back. He didn’t care if God himself walked in on them. Whoever it was could damn well wait until he was done making love to Liselle.

  “John? You up there?” his sister Julie called.

  John paused, trying not to cringe. Of course it was his sister. His balls tried to shrivel up, but since he was buried inside Liselle’s delectable pussy, it didn’t really work. He groaned softly, burying his face in her neck. His dick throbbed.

  “Oh my God,” Liselle said, trying to pull up the covers and shove him off all in one motion.

  “Relax,” he said to her, hitching his hands under her ass. Her legs splayed, giving him the most amazing view of her soft wet … Hell. No way was he going to be able to stop now.

  Raising his voice, he yelled, “We’re still in bed. Make yourself useful and brew some coffee.”

  Liselle shook her head at him. “You are crazy.”

  He noted that she’d stopped trying to shove him away. “She knows better than to come up here.” He fucked into her with short, sharp thrusts, the kind that would bring them both to the edge very quickly.

  “No she doesn’t!” she hissed. “Beth came right up here yesterday without even thinking about it.”

  “I didn’t hear Beth come in. And Julie wouldn’t do that,” he assured her. Moving one hand away from her ass, he tapped her clit, smiling as she shuddered.

  “Uncle John?” Beth called out.

  “Oh crap, she’s on the steps,” Liselle said, turning pink. “I told you!”

  John stopped moving. Shit. Liselle was right. His niece was too precocious for her own good.

  “Beth, you don’t want to come up here. Go into the kitchen with your mom unless you want to see my naked ass on display.” He waited, listening for her to move away. He heard rustling.

  “Beth, get away from the steps!” Julie yelled from the kitchen. “I’ve told you before, the loft is your Uncle John’s bedroom and you’re not supposed to just go tromping up there.”

  “He said he was naked, Mom! I think I’m traumatized for life.” Beth’s voice sounded fainter, thank God.

  “Oh Jesus, save us,” Liselle pulled the pillow over her head.

  “You know, praying’s not going to help. Neither is that pillow. You’re totally naked from the neck down.” John laughed.

  “Shut up,” she said, peeking out. “And you’re slacking off. Get to work, dude.” She wiggled her hips.

  He grinned and started moving again. He was kind of amazed that he was still so damn hard. He thought the horror of his niece sneaking up the stairs while he and Liselle were doing the horizontal mambo would be enough to kill the most determined hard-on, but nope. Still going strong, he thought with a hint of amazed pride.

  “Come on, you’re killing me here,” Liselle said, hitching her hips up in an effort to get him to go faster.

  He licked his lips and smiled at her, then thumbed over her clit, rubbing the slick softness of her until she cried out.

  “Yeah, just like that. Gorgeous,” he murmured, rubbing faster. When her pussy fluttered around his cock, he dropped down and fucked into her with deep strong strokes. God, she felt fantastic. It didn’t take much for him to follow her into orgasm. Two, three thrusts and he was groaning into the sweet softness of her neck.

  “I can’t believe we did that,” she said a few minutes later, still breathing fast.

  He chuckled. “I’ll be damned if I’ll let my niece just waltz up here whenever she pleases.”

  Liselle snorted. “Oh come on, you know she would’ve been up her if her mom hadn’t yelled at her. You have no control over that girl and you know it.”

  He shrugged, still snuggled down on top of her. He didn’t think he could move yet.

  “We should go down,” she muttered a little bit later.

  He shrugged again, but this time she poked him in the ribs.

  “Come on, get up. I’m already dying of embarrassment here,” she said, pushing at him.

  He heaved a great sigh and rolled off her. She looked delicious, all messy and flushed from his lovemaking. “Fine, I’m getting up, see?” He propped his chin up on his hand.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “You know, they’ll wait for us, there’s no hurry.”

  She stared at him, aghast, and he had to laugh. “Yeah, okay. Beth is probably about to lose her mind downstairs.” He heaved himself out of bed and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

  “Here.” He tossed her another pair of sweats and a shirt. “Yesterday’s clothes are still in the dryer downstairs.”

  She flushed as she pulled the clothes on. “They’re going to know exactly what we were doing up here.”

  He grinned. “They already know.”

  “You have no idea how mortifying this is, do you?” She glared at him and headed down stairs.

  He smirked. She’d put his shirt on inside out.

  The moment they stepped into the kitchen, Beth squealed. “Oh my God, you were in bed together!”

  Liselle halted, shoulders going tight. John put a hand on her back. For moral support, he told himself. Hers or yours? a sarcastic voice asked in the back of his head. He ignored it. He had to concede that maybe Liselle had a point about how interested his family would be in his love life. Beth seemed to be taking the evidence of their sex mussed hair and clothes as some sort of epiphany.

  “Are you staying, Aunt Liselle? Are you and Uncle John getting married? If so, I don’t want to be a flower girl. I’m too old for that. I want to be a bridesmaid.” Beth’s words ran over each other. Meanwhile, his sister Julie leaned back against the sink, hot cup of coffee in her hands, watching the action with an amused gri
n on her face.

  “Uh,” he said, intelligently. He cast an imploring look at his sister. He really needed some of that coffee in order to deal with his niece. Thankfully, she took pity on him.

  “Beth, sit down and be quiet. I think you’re freaking your uncle out.” She motioned to the table. John looked over to where she was pointing. There was a box of donuts on the wooden surface. His sister was awesome.

  “Thank you,” he said, sincerely. He ushered Liselle to the table and poured two cups of coffee. After he’d downed his and eaten a blueberry donut, he felt better able to face his niece who was quite literally squirming in her chair. Every time she opened her mouth her mother cut her off, but he could tell she wasn’t going to stay quiet for much longer. He decided to head off all her questions in one go.

  “I hope Liselle is going to stay with me, but I haven’t asked her yet. Ditto on the marriage thing.” He took a deep breath and turned to the woman he’d spent months thinking about and all last night holding close, grateful beyond belief that she was all right. “Liselle, please stay?”

  She stared at him a moment, eyes full, then nodded tremulously. “Yes, I’d like that.”

  He grinned, and then went down on one knee. Behind him, he heard his sister gasp and shush his niece. Liselle’s eyes had widened with shock. He swallowed. It was now or never. “Liselle, I love you. Will you marry me?” There. Short and simple.

  She reached out a trembling hand. “Are you sure—?” she began to say, and he knew she still thought she was damaged. She couldn’t be more wrong.

  “I’m positive. You’re perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Don’t make me beg.” He smiled up at her.

  She sucked in a breath, and then hurled herself into his arms, crying.

  “Is that a yes?” he asked, laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Yes, yes. Of course it’s a yes,” she said into his cheek. She kissed him and he grinned, loving the way her sweet lips smiled on his.