Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off,” she asked, breathlessly as her legs dangled off the side of the counter.

  I shook my head, stepping toward her, and placed my hands on her knees.

  “Open for me,” I coaxed, watching as she gripped the edge of the counter and bit down on her lip before she slowly parted her legs.

  Heaven.

  She leaned back, panting slightly as she peered at me curiously, waiting for my next move. I moved between her legs, tucking her hair behind her ears and took her face in my hands. She ground herself against me, inching her ass closer to the edge of the counter, desperate for friction.

  I smiled at her eagerness, sucked her lower lip into my mouth and trailed my hands down her neck, over her breasts, squeezing them before gripping her hips and pulling her closer so her legs spread even wider and her cunt touched my stomach.

  She whimpered, twisting her head from side to side as she ran her fingers roughly through my hair.

  “Easy baby,” I soothed, my lips sliding up and down her neck. “Got all night. You’ll get there, girl…going to have you coming all over me—starting with my mouth.”

  I pulled away, ran my hands down her legs as I detangled myself from her and walked toward the corner of the room where there were two folding chairs propped against the wall. I opened one, carried it back towards her and positioned it in front of her. With one hand I reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head, placing it on the counter next to her before I took a seat in between her legs and spread her out wide.

  “Blackie,” she murmured. “I want to touch you,” she pleaded, taking the shirt and twisting it between her fingers. “Let me touch you.”

  “Not yet, baby,” I said, wrapping my hands around her legs. “Lay back,” I instructed as I pulled her closer so her ass hung over the edge then brought each extended leg to rest over my shoulders. I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh, closed my eyes as I was engulfed by the sweet scent of her arousal.

  I’ve been through a lot of fucked up shit in my life. There have been more than a handful of times when I wasn’t sure I’d live. Usually there’s a gun aimed at my head or a lethal dose of drugs in my system, threatening to end me. Not this time. This time, I wasn’t sure I’d survive taking Lacey.

  She could make a man want to die a slow death.

  One that involved her legs wrapped around you and your face buried in her pussy.

  I continued to let my lips glide across the sensitive flesh, searing her, branding her with every swipe of my tongue before my mouth hovered over her pussy. I lifted a hand, pushing her lips apart with my index and middle fingers before my tongue took a swipe over the sweetness that was all Lace.

  Her hips bucked, her knuckles whitened as she held onto the counter.

  A groan escaped my mouth as she pressed her cunt against my tongue.

  “Thatta’ girl, give me that pussy,” I ground out, nipping around her lips before I let my tongue delve into her, greedily lapping away, coating it in her arousal. I broke away, stared at her pink flesh, lifting her ass off the counter to change the angle and put my mouth back on her. I found her clit, grazed it, before devouring the bundle of nerves.

  “Oh my God,” she cried out, taking my shirt and covering her mouth with it, muffling the sounds her mouth made. I slid two fingers into her, felt her pussy clench around them as I tried to slide them in and out of her, all the while keeping my mouth on her.

  I pulled my fingers from her, as she tried to sit up, our eyes locked and I lifted my fingers glistening with all of her and took them into my mouth.

  “You taste like heaven,” I said, pulling my fingers from my mouth and lifting my hand to her mouth. “Want you dripping, girl,” I growled, bending down and went for another taste. She wrapped her hand around my wrist and her mouth closed over my fingers, sucking them, swirling her tongue around them, pulling them from her mouth and dropped her back against the counter.

  I pushed my wet fingers into her pussy, a bit easier this time, as I worked her pulsing clit.

  She started to fuck my face, arching her hips, grinding that pussy against my mouth as she called out my name. With my mouth firmly planted on her, soaking up everything she gave me I lifted my eyes and watched as her hands cupped her breasts and she writhed uncontrollably.

  That’s it girl.

  Keep you coming.

  I added a third finger as her pleasure consumed her, making her forget all about the pain of her pussy being stretched.

  “I can’t…I can’t take it anymore,” she begged.

  “You can and you will,” I assured her, pulling my fingers out of her and having my tongue mimic the act.

  Her ankles locked around my neck and she grew perfectly still, screaming out my name over and over, almost chanting it.

  Give me more, girl.

  All you got.

  I reached up, gripped her thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh as I nuzzled her cunt with the tip of my nose, turning my head from side to side, the light stubble on my face, teasing her sensitive cunt.

  “This is mine, Lace, you understand?” I sucked her into my mouth, gave her a little of the rough before my tongue gave her the gentle. “Mine,” I growled.

  “Yours,” she panted.

  Good girl.

  “You ready for my cock?”

  I murmured against her pussy, still humming from her back-to-back orgasms and pulled back to look up at her. She laid sprawled out on the counter, her chest rising and falling violently as she tried to catch her breath. I unlatched her legs from around my neck, dropping them so they dangled weightlessly over the ledge before standing up to lean over her.

  My beautiful Lace.

  Covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair sticking to her face and her cheeks flushed.

  Best fucking memory I’ll ever have.

  I pressed my mouth to hers, gently taking her hands and wrapping them around my neck.

  She moaned against my mouth as I lifted her from the counter, my hands grabbed her by the ass and carried her to the middle of the room. I wished I would’ve thought this out better, but I wasn’t about to stop. I laid her out on my leather jacket figuring it was better than nothing. Not much but still it was something.

  Next time I’d give her a bed.

  Fuck, I’d cover the goddamn thing in roses if I could.

  She deserved that.

  And so much more.

  I went to remove her hands from my neck but she tightened her hold on me as her eyes bore into mine.

  Forever.

  Right there staring back at me.

  “I..,” she started, caressing my cheek with the back of her hand.

  “Sshh,” I whispered, covering my mouth with hers as I brought her down onto her back. I stood up, undid my belt before unzipping my jeans. Her eyes watched intently as I removed my boots, then my jeans. I wrapped my hand around my cock that throbbed to be inside of her, giving it a few strokes of my hand, forcing myself to keep my eyes open as I groaned.

  Her eyes widened as the roamed my body before lifting to meet mine. She crooked her finger, beckoning me down to her, and like a man without will, I dropped to my knees, covering her body with my own. She spread her legs, welcoming me between them as she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up to kiss me.

  “Is this real?” she whispered against my mouth. “Tell me I’m not dreaming, that my mind isn’t playing tricks on me,” she pleaded softly, pulling back to gaze into my eyes.

  “It’s real,” I rasped. “You and me, we’re the real thing,” I promised, kissing her temple. “You okay? You tell me if you need me to stop,” I said, brushing my dick against her entrance.

  She nodded quickly, and I pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling back and guiding my cock to her pussy. I inhaled sharply, lacing our fingers together and clamping them down against the floor over her head. Inch by inch I made my way inside of her, sweating as I painfully tried to force myself to go slow
.

  The sound of her short gasps as I worked my way inside of her aided in my restraint. I watched her face and when it began to contort with discomfort I dropped my mouth to her breast, taking her nipple between my teeth and taking her away from the pain of being stretched and filled with me.

  I pulled out and charged back in, continuing to wreak havoc on her nipple, and brought my hand down between us, finding her clit with my fingers and began to massage the nub.

  Her body began to respond, her back arched, and she slammed her feet onto the ground and used them for leverage as she pressed her pussy against me. She was tight, her cunt hugged my cock, squeezing it and making me lose my fucking mind.

  She clawed my back with her nails as her body awakened, learning what it needed to do, how to move with mine and she began to work for her orgasm.

  I started to lose control and my pace quickened. As I moved faster, I pressed hard against her clit and her pussy grew even wetter, making it easier for me to glide in and out.

  “I’m going...it’s…oh God, Blackie I can’t stop,” she rambled, lifting her head off the floor as her fingers dug into my shoulders.

  I was fucked…. staring at her, watching her come, knowing I’m the only one who did that to her was enough to send me over the edge. I lost my shit, and the gentleness faded as I started to fuck her like I’ve been dreaming of.

  I pounded that pussy like both our lives depended on it, mercilessly, until she threw her head back and screamed.

  Pleasure.

  Pain.

  Now she knew.

  I dipped my head and sucked on her neck, knowing it’d be the first of many marks I left on her. I didn’t last much longer, slamming my dick into her three more times before tearing my mouth away from her neck and pulling my cock out.

  Her body arched, her tits swollen and on display, calling for me. Our eyes caught for a brief second and it was like she could read my thoughts as her hands lifted to cup her breasts. She pushed them together, gave a slight nod of approval and I fucking went off, covering her with my release.

  Mine.

  She should’ve run away.

  Never gave me a second glance.

  Because now she’d never escape me.

  Not after the dance our souls just took.

  I swallowed hard, clearing my throat as I took a deep breath. She was a mess, we both were, but fuck me…I liked it. I liked staring at her, knowing I’m the one who made her like that. I reached out, shoving her hands out of the way and cupped her breasts, rubbing my release into her skin with the pads of my thumbs.

  “I’m fucked,” I admitted, continuing to circle my thumbs as I glanced up at her. “You got me twisted, Lace, so fucking twisted that I want to forget who I was before you,” I rasped, leaning into her to steal another kiss from her sweet lips.

  When I finally found the will to break away from her, I grabbed my shirt from the kitchen counter and went to work on cleaning her up. She grabbed the shirt from my hands, chucked it to the side pushing me down, forcing me on my back and crawling on top of me.

  “I’m not going to break, Blackie,” she whispered, her finger outlining the Satan’s Knight’s tattoo on my chest before she looked up at me. “I’m stronger than you think,” she added. “I don’t want you to hold back because you’re afraid you’ll hurt me.”

  I opened my mouth to speak, but she brought her finger to my lips and smiled.

  “No, this time I get the last word,” she demanded, laying her head against my chest. “Hold me, Blackie. I’ve waited a long time to be in your arms.”

  I reached over to the left of me, grabbed my jacket and draped it over her back wrapping my arms around her.

  I didn’t say a word.

  Not one.

  Chapter Twenty

  The moment Blackie pulled his bike up in front of my mother’s house I immediately felt the loss of him. I never wanted the night to end, fearing I imagined it all…every kiss…every word…every time he grabbed my hair and told me I was his.

  He killed the engine, turned off the lights and I knew our time had come to an end. I reluctantly climbed off the bike, wincing from the aches that would remind me tonight was real.

  “I thought you said your mother wouldn’t be home?” he asked, angling his head as he looked at her car parked in the driveway. I removed his helmet from my head and handed it to him.

  “She isn’t. They probably took a cab to the airport. My step-dad’s company usually sends a car for them when they go away for business,” I replied, watching as he straddled his bike and placed his feet firmly on the ground. Our eyes locked for a moment and he crooked his finger, beckoning me to close the distance between us.

  “Why the sad eyes?”

  I stepped toward him, welcoming the arm he wrapped around my waist and the fingers that brushed against my cheek, forcing a smile on my face.

  “I’m just tired,” I said, adding a wink for good measure, trying to mask my fear of our perfect bubble bursting.

  “Sorry, not sorry,” he smirked.

  I reached up, swiping my thumb over his lips as a smiled blossomed across my face. “Ah, there it is…a hint of a smile,” I paused, my eyes widening as an idea came to me. “I have the perfect plan,” I enthused, grabbing onto his leather jacket.

  “Oh, yeah?” He asked huskily, staring at my mouth as he spoke. “What’s that?”

  “Something fun, something you would never think of doing…I will get you to smile Blackie, and when I do, I’m going to keep you smiling,” I promised. “So, here’s what’s going to happen— “He laughed, tightening his arms around my waist.

  “I’m so fucked,” he muttered, swiping a hand over his face.

  “Shut it!” I demanded, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “As I was saying, tomorrow you’re going to pick me up and we’re going to take a ride down to Coney Island,” my plan died when something flickered in his eyes and the playfulness disappeared. “What? You have something against riding the Cyclone? Big Bad Biker doesn’t get down with rollercoasters?” I teased.

  “I’m not going to be around for a few days,” he said, thoughtfully as he looked at me, threading his fingers through my hair.

  “Where are you going?”

  “North,” he answered vaguely.

  “Sounds like fun,” I said quietly looking away.

  “Not really. I won’t even be riding my bike,” he ground out. “Got club business to tend to that requires me to drive a fucking cage,” he grunted, placing a finger under my chin and turning my eyes to his. “I’ll be back, Lace and when I come back it’s you I’m coming back for,” he promised. “Take you on whatever ride you want,” he added.

  “I’ll be waiting,” I whispered, hiding my vulnerability as I prepared myself for the mental war that surely would take place once his bike peeled away from the curb.

  “Good, now give me a kiss, angel,” he demanded, tapping his finger against his cheek as he winked at me.

  I leaned into him, pressing my lips briefly against his cheek before moving them to his lips. His moan was all the encouragement I needed, and I continued to kiss him, to love him, hoping wherever he was going, he’d bring the memory of me with him and when he came back it wouldn’t all be a dream.

  Blackie continued to kiss me, his hand traveling down my back to my ass where he grabbed one cheek as he pulled away.

  “You better get going,” he instructed, untangling his fingers from my hair.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, taking a retreating step back. “Be careful,” I whispered as I bit down on my lip trying to keep the question from spilling from my lips but failing miserably.

  “What happens now?” I blurted, watching as he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Where do we go from here? I want to believe you when you say you’ll be back and we’ll pick up right where we left off. I need to believe that,” I stressed, exhaling sharply as I shoved my hands in my back pockets and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t need you to sit there and promise
me a happily ever after but I need to know there’s hope for us. I know my father will be an issue, so will the club, but I also know that I’m willing to stand up for what we have between us. I’m just not sure you are,” I whispered the final sentence.

  “Hey,” he started, lacing his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and tugging me toward him. “Look at me… you trust me?”

  I cocked my head to the side and looked at him incredulously.

  “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “Of course I trust you,” I replied.

  “Then trust when I tell you I’m going to make things right for us. I told you your mine, Lace, and I fucking meant it. I’m a selfish bastard, I take what I want and I don’t apologize for it. You and me, we’re going to make heads turn baby, turn shit upside down but we’ll come out of it standing. Just you and me. I promise you that,” he ground out, his eyes darkening as he stared back at me with a conviction to match his words.

  “I believe you,” I confirmed, softly.

  And I did.

  My heart believed every word.

  I smiled at him.

  “Get your ass back to me,” I winked at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he released his hold on me. I turned around, struggling with each step I took that brought me further away from him.

  “Lace,” he called as I reached the driveway. “I’ll call if I can,” he offered as he started up his bike.

  I glanced over my shoulder at him, our eyes locked and I tried to think of something to say.

  I flashed him a smile and blew him a kiss, setting my mask in place, covering my features and the crazy that was already brewing inside of me.

  Once I was inside, I turned around and looked at him one last time. He revved his engine, took one hand off the handlebars to give me a two-finger salute before he peeled away from the curb. I watched him drive off until he was out of sight—I stared at the spot in front of the house where he parked and wondered if he left a trail of skid marks on the asphalt. I wondered if they matched the ones he left inside of my head.