Rude Awakening

by Veronica Chadwick

  She nipped at his throat then licked, amazed at how erotic it was to taste him, feel his skin against her tongue. Moving down, her lips closed over his right nipple. She teased the little ring, letting the tiny metal ball glide over her tongue as she sucked. His sharp intake of breath encouraged her.

  Straightening, she looked up into his smoldering eyes and pushed him back until his calves came in contact with the leather chair draped with her thick chenille throw.

  Perfect. This was the chance she’d been waiting for. She flattened her palms against his chest and shoved him hard. He barely swayed. The corner of his mouth quirked as he stood, unmoving.

  “If you wanted me to sit, sweetness, you could have just said so.”

  “Okay then, sit. Please.” She laughed, smiling mischievously as he obliged her. Inside she wanted to shout with joy. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy. All her nervous trepidation about blow jobs paled in comparison to her newly discovered liberation. She was just going to take Maxine’s words to heart and hope he would like whatever she did because she wasn’t passing up this chance. At that moment his body was hers and she wanted to drive him wild.

  Keeping her gaze locked with his, she knelt in front of him. The muscles of his thighs bunched under her hands as she urged his legs further apart and moved between them. She sat back and pressed her lips against his inner thigh. The hair there was a fine dusting, feathery, and an odd question occurred to her. She looked up, reveling in his dark, heated expression.

  “Lucas?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Do you have Native American blood?”

  Tilting his head, his brows furrowed slightly as he gazed down at her. “Yeah. Mostly Apache. Why?”

  How wild. She’d guessed as much. He didn’t only look like an Apache warrior. Everything about him exuded power. “Not much body hair,” she murmured, nuzzling his warm inner thigh, loving the feel, the scent of him.

  He smelled musky, spicy, aroused. His hand smoothed her hair away from her face; his knuckles caressed her cheek before he cupped her neck. His thumb made slow tantalizing circles beneath her ear. “Is that a bad thing or a good thing?”

  She sat up straighter and scooted closer. “It’s a Lucas thing.” When he frowned down at her she added, “It’s wonderful.” Sudden shyness kept her from meeting his gaze. Instead she focused her attention on his impressive erection.

  Lucas’s fingers tenderly grasped her chin, tilting her face up. “Jaimee.” His voice was like a caress. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “I know.” She wanted to explore his body, to feel every inch of him against her tongue, taste him. Most of all she wanted to please him and that’s what had her hesitant and nervous. “I want to.” She had to warn him, he had a right to know what to expect, or not to expect. “I’m just not sure how…”

  Leaning forward, he took her face between his hands and kissed her. His lips were gentle, his tongue caressing. “You can’t do it wrong, baby.”

  “But I want you to enjoy it.”

  Lucas gave a short laugh. “You make me crazy, Jaimee. Just the way you’re looking up at me like that makes me want to fuck you senseless. There’s no way I won’t enjoy it.” He paused. “Unless you bite me. No biting.” He growled that. God she loved it when he growled.

  “You’ll let me know if I’m doing it wrong?”

  “Relax.” He sat back with a grimace. “But please, do something. You’re driving me insane.”

  His eyes dilated, darkened, his lips parted as he sucked in a breath. Her hands slid up his thighs and her tongue glided over the tip. She wasn’t sure if it was his reaction, the soft velvety heat against her tongue or the salty, earthy taste of him that sent warm shivers snaking down her spine.

  With kisses and firm, stroking licks she explored his cock. She loved the textures, the slight variations of taste. Trailing her fingers up and down his shaft she took the head into her mouth, her tongue stroking up from the little fissure on the underside to the tiny opening at the tip.

  “That’s good, baby. Yes,” he moaned.

  She took him deeper then withdrew to lick her lips, then took him in again. She didn’t realize how erotic this act would be for her. Everything around her seemed to fade as she focused all her energies on caressing him with her mouth. She cupped his balls gently and was rewarded with a groan. His fingers tightened against her scalp as his hips began to move in rhythm. Jaimee closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, swallowing as she worked him as deeply as she could.

  “…Jaimee.” Her name got her attention but she didn’t hear what he’d said. She was caught up in the sensations. Every sound seemed muffled by the whoosh of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Looking up at him, she released him with a kiss to the tip. “Suck me, Jaimee,” he said again through clenched teeth.

  Oh, why didn’t she think of that? Again her lips closed over the head and she sucked on it as though it were a popsicle—a very large, hot popsicle. “Mmm,” she moaned as she took him deeper, sucking him hard as she massaged him with her tongue. His hands held her head as he fucked her mouth.

  “Yes, baby.” He grasped her face between his palms and seemed to encourage her to pull away. But she didn’t want to stop. She watched his expression grow hungry and fierce. She picked up the pace and sucked him as if her life depended on his pleasure. She loved this, the steely hardness, silky smoothness, salty sweetness and the way she was driving him over the edge. That she could make him lose control made her feel incredible. She pressed her thighs together and ripples of pleasure danced through her. It amazed her how close she was to climaxing as well. His head fell back with a deep guttural groan as the orgasm gripped him. She swallowed with each pulse, ridiculously satisfied with herself.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Looking up at him like a naughty kitten that had just devoured the last of the milk, Jaimee licked her lips. Because it was her first time, he hadn’t meant to let it go that far, he didn’t want to freak her out. Like a fool he’d underestimated her. She had her own ideas, was just discovering her own desires, and she was strong enough to pursue them. Her eyes glittered with triumphant satisfaction. Fuck yeah, he loved her and he needed her.

  Still, he wanted more, and he loved pushing her limits. There was also the spanking she had due. He leaned forward and rubbed his thumb over her mouth. “Feeling proud of yourself, sweetness?”

  Her lips curved into a self-satisfied grin. “Mmm hmm.”

  “You should feel proud. You have a talented mouth.” He lowered himself to the floor beside her, careful to keep his belt close but out of sight. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her to him as he kissed her. It was savage, demanding. and she responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed closer. Grasping each wrist, he pulled away abruptly. “But don’t get cocky, baby.” He wanted to smile at her wide-eyed surprise but restrained himself.

  A myriad of emotions passed over her lovely face and darkened those incredibly light eyes of hers as he crossed her wrists one over the other and wrapped the belt around them. It was tight enough to hold her but loose enough that it wouldn’t bite into her skin. If she really wanted to get free, she could. This time.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she finally asked, hesitantly.

  “I think I’m doing exactly what I want to do.” He met her heated gaze without smiling.

  Her brows furrowed and her sweet little pink tongue darted between her swollen lips again. Nervous and aroused, yes, but curiosity was just as clear in her expression. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing. God, she was incredibly beautiful.

  Brushing the back of his hand over her stiff nipples, he lowered his voice. “Trust me?”

  For a moment he expected her to say stop then and there. Lucas cupped her breast without taking his eyes from hers and circled her areola with his thumb. Her eyelids fluttered, lowering just a bit, as her lip parted. She leaned toward him, pressing he
r breast more firmly against his hand and nodded.

  “Good girl.” Smiling, he kissed her brow, her nose, the corner of her mouth but pulled away when she moved to kiss him more fully. “Not yet. Lay on your tummy with your arms over your head.”

  She was hesitant but did as he asked. “Lucas, wait.” Trepidation softened her voice.

  “Jaimee?” He smoothed a hand over her hip, her ass, caressing her lightly.

  “Are you gonna do that thing I asked you about?”

  “What thing?” He frowned for a moment then remembered. Sweet, innocent Jaimee asking for anal sex, it was incredibly erotic. It still made him crazy to think about it. “Oh! You want to know if I’m gonna fuck your sexy ass?”

  Her body jerked and he pressed his hand firmly to the middle of her back. “Lucas?” Her whispered question was threaded with a tinge of uneasiness.

  “No, sweetness. Soon, but not yet.” A smile curved his lips as his hand moved up her back to smooth away the goose bumps. “You’re trembling. Are you cold?”

  “No.” The way her soft voice wavered gave him pause.

  It was a small step, only the beginning, but like nothing else he wanted this from her. What’s more, she wanted, needed to submit. Even though she didn’t fully realize that was what she was hungry for quite yet. Watching her awaken to her own sexuality was going to be the most erotic experience of his life. It was going to be a slow, satisfying process. He just needed to be sure not to push too hard or too fast.

  “If you’re afraid, I’ll untie you.”

  “I’m not afraid,” she snapped then took a deep breath and continued a bit steadier. “I’m just…apprehensive.”

  “Don’t think. Just surrender to the feel of what I’m doing to you.” He touched the dip in her lower back right above the crevice of her curvy backside. “You have such a beautiful ass, Jaimee.” Lightly, he traced wide circles on each round cheek with the palm of his hand. He waited until she exhaled and her tightened muscles began to relax.

  Quickly he lifted his palm and brought it down with a sharp slap against her smooth ass cheek before continuing the soothing caress. Lucas smiled at her surprised yelp, followed by a heated gasp, her hands clenched into fists.

  “Lucas.” Her voice was thick with anger and arousal.

  “James, baby, keep quiet or this will take all night long.”

  “Excuse me?” Her voice raised an octave.

  A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he smacked her pretty ass again. She was breathing hard now. “I can go on and on, sweetness, as long as it takes. I suggest you give way to the sensations. Don’t fight them…or me.” His fingertips trailed over her heated, reddening curves as her body quivered. She didn’t make a sound.

  “Good girl. Open for me, Jaimee, spread your legs.” Her skin was like velvet against his fingertips as he explored up her spine, back down. So slowly and feather light he followed the soft crease of her backside to honey-slicked curves between her thighs. “Holy shit, you’re on fire.”

  She whimpered, tilting her hips to rub against his fingers as he gently probed the sodden folds. Blood pounded hot and hard downward, thickening his already rigid cock. He drew his finger up, spreading her cream further back toward her backside. He massaged the delicate space between her vagina and anus. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”

  “I think so,” she murmured.

  He chuckled softly. “Right now my dick is so hard it aches. I want to feel that sweet pussy gripping me.” His fingers circled her opening, drawing more dew from her. “I want to make you so fucking hot. I want to hear you scream my name as you come apart around me.” His voice was harsh, betraying his need.

  Her breath caught on a soft cry.

  “Raise up on your knees.” Lucas helped her lift her hips and get her knees under her. Kneeling behind her, he urged her legs farther apart. “Brace yourself with your forearms, baby. Tilt that pretty ass up for me. Yes, that’s it.” She was so completely open to him. It took everything in him to keep from moving between those honey-dripping thighs, grabbing her hips and thrusting home. But that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as watching Jaimee lose herself in the pleasure he could give her.

  As soon as he was sure she wouldn’t fall forward on her face he spanked her in rhythmic succession. He alternated between striking her tender pussy and her ass. It was just hard enough to heat, just enough sting to drive her need higher, but not hard enough to hurt. Her breath caught in little gasps and moans with each carefully applied slap and had his control faltering.

  “So beautiful.” The groan was ripped from deep inside him as he soothed her burning flesh with kisses and soft caresses. His lips traveled up her body to nuzzle her neck. “Raise up a little,” he whispered as he helped her raise her body from her elbows to her hands. His shaft nestled against the cushion of silky pussy.

  He quickly brushed her ponytail to the side to tease her with gentle little nips and soothing licks along her neck. She was so sensitive there, so responsive. Slowly he began to move against her, his cock glided through her creamy folds, rasping lightly over her swollen clit. Cupping her breast, her diamond-hard nipple pressed eagerly against his palm as he kneaded her, his teeth scraped sharply over the curve of her neck.

  “Please, Lucas.” It was a cry of desperation, husky, needy.

  “Tell me.”

  “Dammit, don’t make me beg.”

  “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?” he whispered hoarsely as he moved back to rub his stiff shaft up and down the soft folds.

  Her body was quaking as she shook her head. “I want you inside me.”

  With a harsh groan he guided the throbbing head of his cock through her sweet silky slit, her liquid heat coating him, luring him in, making his balls tighten and ache for release. “Fuck. You’re so hot, so wet.” Too close, he was too close. “Tell me what you want.” It was a demand, nearly a shout, raw, savage.

  She groaned and arched her back. “I want you to fuck me,” she growled at him.

  The fury in her demand would have made him smile if he wasn’t so close to losing his tenuous hold on his sanity. Sinking inside her tight sheath, he clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to go too fast. He caressed her reddened ass cheeks as his thumbs made firm little circles in the thick cream, moving closer and closer to her tight entrance.

  He focused on restraint as he pressed a thumb against her anus, circling firmly, working her carefully, gently. With a desperate moan she rocked back, contracting drawing him deeper. Finally he thrust hard and was immersed to his balls inside her tight heat. He paused, breathing deeply, trying to get a grip on his control. Her muscled walls undulated in tiny teasing ripples, stroking his cock, and escalating his need to erupt.

  “You feel so good, baby.” It was a harsh groan that exposed the burning pleasure radiating through him as he continued to massage the little ring with his thumb.

  “If you don’t stop teasing me, Lucas, I swear to God I’m going to kill you with my bare hands.” Her voice was thick, hoarse with a raw passion that matched his. Gritting his teeth, he withdrew slowly, until only the throbbing head of his straining cock remained inside before driving hard and fast into her. At the same time his thumb entered her and gently massaged just inside the incredibly tight ring of her anus. Her low throaty cry spurred him on as he withdrew and slammed against her again. He slid his free hand around her hip to span low on her belly and press firmly so that his shaft would rasp over that ultra sensitive spot inside her snug channel with each primal thrust.

  She screamed his name as her orgasm tore through her. She brought him deeper still as she pushed back against him. He supported her quaking body and continued to torture them both with each thrust and slow withdraw. He clenched his teeth against his need to climax and sat back, taking her with him. Her head fell back against his shoulder. They both struggled for breath.

  “Turn around,” he whispered against her cheek.

  With his hands at her w
aist, he held her steady as she turned to face him. He groaned and she whimpered softly as his ridged cock eased from her still-undulating sheath. The way her arms were bound plumped her swollen breasts, making them rise higher, lifting to him, begging for attention. They were flushed peachy pink, her nipples so firm and erect he had to have a taste. Fucking hell, would he ever get enough of her?

  One hand pressed low at the base of her spine, holding her steady as he cupped one breast, teasing the tightly drawn peak with his thumb. Bending closer, his tongue swirled, firmly, slowly around the other before sucking the reddened berry into his mouth. With a hard shudder, her head fell back on a high breathy cry, her fingers extending, reaching for his cock. He easily kept her from achieving her goal. One touch of her eager little fingers and he’d lose control. When finally he left her breast and found her mouth he lingered there, tasting her hungry, little kisses, sharing the same breath. Just kissing Jaimee was an incredibly erotic experience.

  Slowly he unwound the belt without saying a word, brushed his lips over each reddened wrist and pulled her close to kiss the soft silky skin of her throat, that sensitive area just below and behind her ear lobe.

  “I don’t think I can get enough of you.” Lucas held her tighter against him, relishing the feel of her plump breasts, her nipples straining against his chest. His hot aching cock rested against the soft cushion of her stomach as his hands explored her body and kneaded her luscious ass. Lifting her, he positioned her over his shaft, moaning low as her hot sheath clutched at his turgid cock, drawing it deeper.

  He tilted her away just enough to press his palm to her lower stomach. “So soft, sexy.”

  Jaimee whimpered as she began to move over him, her eyes closed. Lucas gripped her hips to slow her down. “Easy.”

  Stormy blue pleasure swirled in the depths of her eyes as she met his gaze. “Lucas…”

  “It’s okay, just let go, give me your pleasure, baby.”

  They began to move in rhythm, every silken glide of his hands over her sweat-dampened body corresponded with each deliberate, achingly slow thrust. Every little moan and shuddered sigh as her channel rippled around him pushed him higher. He eased Jaimee back further to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. He watched her as the pleasure took control and washed over her. He wanted to memorize it all, lock it inside him.