PerpetualPleasure

by Dita Parker

  “Oh but I absolutely insist.” His hand lifted, leaving Lucie without the warmth and feel of him. But only for an instant. His mouth touched her inner thigh just above the knee. It might have tickled hadn’t he nipped her flesh with his teeth, pecking his way up her leg. He made his way to her mound, careful not to touch her clit, stopping only to press his lips on the top of her slit and give her a kiss before moving over to the other side and making his way down her thigh.

  Awareness tried to pierce through the haze of heat. The awareness that tomorrow she would regret this. She would regret giving in to him. But the feel of his mouth on her overshadowed doubt. It made tomorrow seem a millennium from now. Because for now, there was nothing but the feel of his warm breath over her mound. A sharp, cool breeze aimed straight at her clit. Another blown over her wet opening.

  Her pussy contracted, her belly caving as a shiver ran up her spine.

  “What are you doing?”

  His breath huffed against her pussy, a tiny laugh. “I’m not very good at this if you have to ask. I’m enjoying you. Very much.”

  He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her slit.

  “I missed a spot last time, remember? I’ve been thinking about tasting that spot all week, baby.” His voice was a harsh, fractured rasp of hunger as he placed another intimate kiss on her flesh.

  Lucie froze. The tip of his tongue played with her labia, lapping, stroking, before slipping between them to taste her opening in passing.

  “Oh god, Lucie, your pussy…” His breath was hot on her wet folds. He gave her entrance a long, slow lick.

  It felt exquisite, his tongue raspy and oh so slow on her skin as he licked her again, harder, deeper, pumping past her lips and delving into her pussy.

  Pulling at the restraints, Lucie panted, her senses, her entire body centered on his mouth on her, on the pleasure raging through her. His lips moved along her mound, his tongue bathing her juice-laden pussy, swiping through her slit as he savored the meal he’d made of her sex.

  His satisfied murmur vibrated against her labia. “Fuck, you taste fine, honey. I could feast on you morning, noon and night.” He gave her clit a light, tentative nudge. The touch of his tongue was gentle, barely there.

  She could feel it everywhere, the sensation tearing through her, stoking a fire she’d feared and fled all her life.

  “I’d be a well-fed, well-satisfied man. If I didn’t need to fuck you so bad.”

  Without warning, he put his mouth on her and sucked hard. Lucie jolted with a cry of pleasurable pain.

  He rolled his tongue over her clit in rapid succession, flicking, stroking, almost violent, almost sending her into release.

  Almost too good.

  “Oh god, so good.”

  Grimacing at the pleasure, Lucie moved her hips, trying to burrow into the bed and out of his reach.

  His head lifted. “You’re in a bad way, baby.”

  He pursed his mouth over her clit, pulled it past his lips. He sucked her softly, gently, tugging at the aching flesh until her head fell back, her spine arched, her thighs trembling as she fought to breathe, fought to stay cognizant.

  This was all she’d thought of since that fated night at Boyd’s.

  Only this. Only him.

  Oh god oh god oh god.

  It was heaven. It was hell.

  Close, so close…

  Lucie moaned, hoarse with desire and ready to explode.

  “You like this, don’t you?” he growled against her pussy. “I fucking love it.”

  The tip of his tongue dipped inside her, tasting her deeper before licking at the juices easing out of her and coating her cunt. He lapped her pussy as if he were lapping a rare treat, tasting, teasing with every trip he made between her wet folds, with every pulsating suck at her clit.

  “Beautiful. So sweet and wet. So. Fucking. Hot.” He lashed his tongue over her, once, twice, flicked her clit hard before thrusting deep inside, his tongue buried in her saturated pussy, sending her senses into overload.

  “I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

  She couldn’t take it. His mouth on her pussy, his hands on her body, the chaos he’d launched her into.

  She couldn’t stand it.

  “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

  He bestowed a kiss on her inner thigh, another on the other side, giving her a moment. His cheek was hot on her skin as he inhaled her scent and breathed it out, a long, satisfied sigh. “I got you.”

  And as soon as it had started, the respite was over. Mac pushed her legs wider and parted her folds.

  “And you got me, Lucie. You got me good.”

  Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching violently, aching to be filled, desperate for him, the heat of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue, the feel of his cock pushing inside her.

  A small, almost hesitant lick left her teetering on the precipice of bliss. Before he gripped her hips, anchored her in place and thrust his tongue into her pussy.

  Almost bouncing off the bed, rushing into release, Lucie shouted out in total erotic shock.

  She couldn’t escape him. And she couldn’t hold back. Losing sense of place and track of time, she lost herself in the agonizing pleasure he gave her. He sucked at her clit, licking her pussy until the unbearable sensations forced her legs to close.

  He wouldn’t let her. Holding her open for him, he lapped at the juices easing out, pushed his tongue back and forth in her clamping cunt.

  It was too intense. Too much.

  “Mac, please, it hurts.”

  Easing his wicked torture, he left her pulsing clit alone to languidly lap at her pussy lips, only occasionally delving between the drenched folds and tasting her opening with the tip of his tongue. He didn’t penetrate, merely touched gently in between light licks.

  Lucie floated in a haze, in the warm remnants of more pleasure than she could ever recall experiencing with a man. But no other man had devoted himself so fully to her pleasure while taking his and giving her something so pure and beautiful she didn’t know what to call it.

  You are doomed, Lucie Marcotte.

  The queen of gloom was doomed, and MacCale Moore was her demise.

  “That was beautiful, Lucie. The best appetizer I have ever had.”

  His mouth lifted, his voice retreating, the bed shifting as he moved around. She heard the rustle of a foil pack.

  “Are you protected, baby?”

  Mute, she nodded.

  He was about to take her, and then he would own her. He would make love to her and he would absolutely ruin her. She could try to fight it, or she could give in and enjoy it, because she doubted she would ever be the same again whether she resisted him or embraced him.

  And it meant she could never let him near her heart or house again.

  “Can you raise your hips for me, honey?” Mac asked in a hushed voice.

  Oh god, maybe next week. “I don’t think I can.”

  MacCale’s arm went underneath her and then she was being lifted, a pillow being slipped under her hips.

  “Just trying to speed up things for you, baby. I’d hate to leave you behind on our first ride together and I’m afraid it won’t be an extended trip. Seven nights, Lucie. I’ve dreamed of having you for seven nights.”

  He would destroy her, push into her body and plunder her soul and there was nothing she could do about it.

  For now, it didn’t even matter.

  I will never have him, but I will always have this. One perfect night with one perfect man.

  This is all I will ever have.

  “Such a good girl to finish your entrée. Now let’s see if you’re ready for the next course.”

  She was. He could smell the sweet scent of her need, see the juices spilling between her legs. He had tasted it on his tongue, rolled it into his mouth and savored it, relished the tastiest treat he’d ever had.

  Drawn to touch her, he lifted his hand to stroke her slit, running his thumb up and down th
e wet flesh. A shiver rushed through her as he touched her clit, her entrance clenching but she said nothing, her thighs open and slack before him, her pale skin flushed all over, her breathing erratic.

  Gathering her cream between his fingers, MacCale rubbed the crown of his latex-covered cock with her juices, wiped her sugar along the shaft, and regretted not being able to feel all of her, red-hot and for real, when he finally took her.

  She had been adamant about the use of a condom at Boyd’s and he would respect her wishes, but for a safety-first kind of guy, he suddenly felt reckless.

  Gradually, he slipped a finger halfway into her. Lucie’s breath hitched. He moved in and out for long seconds, the digit rubbing her, circling her channel before he lodged it deep inside her body.

  Lucie clamped on him.

  “You’re almost swollen shut. It’s gonna feel unbelievable, baby, I promise.” He drove the message home by gliding in and out of her, every time a little deeper, every stroke a little harder. He got a gasp for every thrust, a moan for every time he bottomed out.

  With just one finger buried inside her pussy.

  For a woman who acted like a vamp, Lucie’s reactions were almost virginal. She had begged him to take her then borderline panicked when he’d proceeded to do her bidding.

  She wasn’t panicking now. She wasn’t protesting or resisting, acting out or ordering him around. She rode his finger, her hips rolling to meet his hand, enjoying him as he enjoyed her in her pleasure.

  Gently, he pulled out of her. The digit glistened with her juices.

  Dick or mouth? He wanted to feel her slickness on his dick. He wanted the taste of her in his mouth.

  His dick was about to OD on pleasure. His mouth won. The silky-smooth cream brought no relief, though. If anything, the taste and scent of her made him greedy for more. It fed the need rushing through him, taunted him to fuck her and fuck her hard.

  If he’d wanted to come in thirty seconds, it would have been a great plan.

  With how hard she’d gotten him, with how bad he wanted her, with how long he’d waited, it was the perfect plan to end the night short.

  Yeah, he needed to fuck her. But first, he needed to calm the hell down.

  Gripping her ankles, he lifted her legs up. His cock bobbed against the back of her thighs. Lucie squirmed, trying to open her legs for him. He opened them for her, but only to stretch them along his torso and rest them on his shoulders.

  “Shh, baby, in a minute.” He ran his hands up and down her legs, her skin smooth and hot under his palms. He moved to caress the arches of her feet, stroking gently, featherlight. Clawing his way back to the hedonist, the patient lover he’d claimed being, he sprinkled kisses on her ankle, taking his time before moving over to the other. And when he nipped on her calves, reaching for the back of her knee, her toes curled.

  “Mac?” She sounded as pained as he felt.

  “I know.” How sensitive she was, all over.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  Oh god. “I know.”

  He skated up and down her legs one more time then pressed her legs firmly against him.

  “Your legs stay up here unless I move them. You don’t move them unless I ask you to. Understood, baby?”

  She nodded her agreement.

  “If I move them, if I move you around, just follow my lead, okay?”

  She gave another nod, her mouth slightly open, her breath a shallow pant. Burrowing closer, Mac spread his knees to align his crotch with the apex of her legs. Her mound was puffy, a flushed rosy pink, and so damn slick he couldn’t resist. Cupping her rear, he pressed his thumbs into her cheeks and spread. “This is going to feel so good.”

  His shaft dipped between her legs and he pushed farther, the wide plane gliding along her slit until the crest found her swollen clit.

  Lucie jerked, her hips twitching restlessly.

  “Don’t move. I’ll give it to you. All you have to do,” he pulled back, “is take it.” He surged forward, the thick column dragging along her pussy and hitting her clit again with a force that had her crying out in response.

  He gripped her legs firmly to keep her from moving,anchoring Lucie to him. In control of all motion, he was free to set the pace he wanted. He rocked his hips against her, his crotch digging into her butt. His cock glided in a steady rhythm between her trembling thighs, a small whimper escaping her with every nudge of his erection on the tight bud of her clit.

  Lucie shuddered and moaned, mumbling something he couldn’t quite make out.

  “Told you this would feel good.” He gave her ankle a small kiss, a deeper one on the other, never losing the smooth pace he’d set as he pushed in and out between her legs.

  Lucie’s arms were taut, her back a tight bow as she fought not to move.

  “Hold still,” he commanded. “Just hold still and relax.”

  “You’re joking,” she gasped.

  Accelerating his pace, he prodded her pussy, pushing between her thighs in long, rapid strokes. Her clit rubbed the underside of his dick, grazing the tortured flesh of his cock. He growled as he fought against the pleasure ripping through his balls, fought not to clench at her thighs, throw her legs open and thrust into her pussy.

  A tremor raced through her body.

  “Mac!”

  Lucie writhed, her legs trembling then clamping on him as she gave in, cried out and started coming all over the length of his shaft.

  “That’s it, honey, let go. Hell yes,” he encouraged her, his dick lodged between her legs, pressing tightly against her throbbing clit.

  Letting her settle, trying yet again to get a handle on his own raging need, he caressed her legs.

  Lucie gave him a tight squeeze with her inner thighs. She didn’t look as if she had the strength for it, but she did it again. His hands flew to her hips on a hiss, his fingers clamping.

  “Holding back on me?” she asked.

  “Was I?” He breathed in sharply as she gave his shaft another pinch. “I made you come, honey.”

  “That you did,” she consented. “And you loved making me suffer, admit it.”

  “I loved satisfying you, that’s all I’m admitting to.”

  Smiling, she started pumping his dick in a steady rhythm.

  Christ. “I thought I told you not to move unless I tell you to.”

  Unrelenting, she kept it up. “And I said I’m really bad at taking orders.”

  “Good thing I’ve got you tied up and under my command then, isn’t it?”

  Backing up, he threw her legs open wide. He positioned himself between them and gently spread her pussy lips with his fingers.

  “I’m going to come into you now, honey.”

  Pressing the crest on her entrance, he pushed in. Lucie drew a sharp breath as the thick head popped inside and lodged just beyond the opening.

  She gave him a tentative tug with her inner muscles that had his eyes closing on a harsh groan.

  “Oh god,” he moaned. “Just…don’t.”

  “Please,” she begged him. She pumped the tip of his cock in a series of sensuous little clinches, his cock jerking in response, twitching at her entrance.

  He pushed farther, slowly, gradually, making himself crazy in the process.

  And clearly frustrating Lucie to no end. She tried lifting her hips to meet him, her channel contracting on his cock.

  He stopped moving. “Don’t. Just feel me, okay?” he grated, the pleasure so incredible, so intense, he fucking hurt with it.

  He got moving again, rode her gently, feeding her his cock in smooth, barely there glides deep inside her pussy.

  “Feel free to put some chest hair into this, anytime,” she said.

  He gave a low laugh but rewarded her with a harder thrust. Her head fell back, her back arching as she ground her hips to his as if she was trying to take him deeper still.

  “Too much chest hair? You good?”

  “So good,” she wailed.

  He drew back slowly onl
y to slide inside in one swift thrust, filling her pussy to the brim.

  “Don’t stop. It’s so damn good, don’t you dare stop.”

  “Oh, I don’t think I could. Do you have any idea how unbelievable this feels?”

  It was a vague comprehension dimming by the minute as he pushed into her with more force. His hips rolled against her, ground to her, his balls banging her butt every time she took him to the hilt.

  He pulled out and plunged back into her, deep and hard.

  “Tight. Wet. Hot.”

  He pumped her pussy, gliding in and out of her slick heat, impaling her with every thrust of his hips inside her creamy cunt.

  “Perfect.”

  She bucked to meet him, tried moving in rhythm with his strokes.

  “It’s okay, baby. Let me give it to you, Lucie. I want you. I want you so…damn…much.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, let him slam into her, fuck her with the demented hunger he’d built up all week. Her pussy was sweet perfection, a tight ring tugging at his cock each time he pulled back, sucking his dick each time he thrust back in to fill her up.

  She writhed, moaned. Desperate. Reaching.

  “I know,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Craving more contact, more skin, the feel of her, he slid against her body. He smashed his mouth to hers and kissed her, brief, fierce.

  “I know.” He gripped the back of her neck and cradled her head, the touch tender when the rest of him rocked her hard, his whole being quivering with the need to come.

  “That’s it, that’s it…keep going…just like that.” Her words and breaths were erratic gasps, his no more than a shuddered, “Oh god” as the first warning pulses of release had his cock swelling and throbbing as violently as her pussy was.

  She arched her hips, her body open for his taking, her pussy convulsing around him.

  “That’s it, honey, yeah,” he growled.

  He fucked her hard through her orgasm, dragging sensation from her thrashing body with each violent thrust of his hips to hers. He drank in each breathless sound she made as she spasmed under him, shaking head to toe. He pumped deep, almost brutal in his need, moaning into her cries until the ripples in her channel became too much.

  Enough.

  Pleasure, white-hot and agonizing swept through MacCale as he let go. A strangled cry tore from his lips as he shuddered against her, coming hard, blasting into the condom, wishing he were spilling into her pussy instead.