PerpetualPleasure

by Dita Parker

  Lucie pulled her knees up…and opened her legs for him. The sight caught him straight in the chest. And his cock.

  Ah fuck.

  “I knew you’d come to your senses. Now, I need you to come into me.” She raised her hands to him in invitation, her voice a sultry siren’s call.

  MacCale lunged forward and grabbed the edge of the colorful quilt spread on the bed to wrap it tightly around her. “Just lie still, baby. Just—”

  Son of a bitch. He propped himself above her and did his best to ignore her hungry little hands trying to tug him closer as he kissed her, brief and fierce, before stalking to the bathroom to start a bath. He wasn’t sure about Lucie but he sure as hell needed one after all the action on the dance floor.

  Searching for the medicine cabinet, MacCale spotted a small wooden box decorated with a mosaic red cross. He half expected to find it full of feminine knickknacks instead of pharmaceutical products. Immortals probably didn’t suffer mortal pains such as headaches or hangovers. He found immortals did take their vitamins, although he couldn’t imagine whatever for, they stocked up on aspirin—and they used birth control pills. It made sense. Her body was still twenty-six, not two hundred and sixty, and obviously functioned like the body of a woman in her twenties.

  Taking the painkiller and some water back to Lucie, he helped her up and put the pill between her lips.

  “What’s this?” she mumbled.

  “It’ll keep you from getting hit with a log later on.” MacCale dug out her hands from underneath the quilt and made her drink the water he’d brought in her tooth mug to the bottom.

  Reclining on her elbows, Lucie watched him undress. Having her gaze intent on him only managed to excite him further. She stared unabashedly, her feet doing a little dance while her eyes took a leisurely walk all over him, up and down his body and zeroing in on his cock as it sprung free.

  “And here I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she drawled.

  “Never doubt that for a second, Lucie.” He snatched the quilt away from her and picked her up.

  “You sure like carrying me around, Mr. Moore.”

  “I love carrying you, mademoiselle Marcotte.” Settling her in one end, he climbed in the tub to sit across from her and turned off the water.

  “You’re a treat, Mac, but you’re a horrible tease,” she said. “An all-inclusive service with no sex included? I want to speak to your supervisor.”

  “I’m the lord and master of this establishment.”

  “I want to file a complaint.” Lucie lunged forward and took him by surprise by grabbing his cock under the water.

  “Lucie.” His voice was low and ominous. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I need a microphone for what I want to say.”

  “Well, you’re not using that one.” He tried to pry her hand away only to have her squeeze him tighter.

  “Just a little?” she whispered.

  A little what, Mac groaned inwardly. There could never be a little of anything with his Lucie. Not just a little taste, a little touch, a little loving. Every moment he was forced to contain his hunger for her was torture. Yet for her, he was ready to do it.

  “Not even a little,” he insisted.

  She loosened her hold but didn’t let go.

  MacCale let go of her wrist and studied her flushed, lovely face. Would it always be like this with her? A heated battle of words and wills that only managed to up the ante, making him want more of her, more from her, everything she insisted no man could have?

  “You have given me such memories, Mac. They will be with me for generations to come. They might last me this cursed lifetime of mine, however long that might be, until I find a cure or something to release me. So let me give something back without you having to think about my pleasure like you so generously do, without you having to think about anything besides feeling good.”

  She stroked him slowly from base to crown and back again. “I want you in my mouth, Mac. Will you let me taste you, suck on you?” She kept up the languid rhythm but added the faintest amount of pressure.

  His head fell back, his eyes closing. “Oh god, baby, you can’t. Not tonight.”

  “Why not? I want to. You want me to.” Lucie picked up pace and pumped him harder. She loved the thick feel of him in her hand. Small shudders ran through him, his wide chest rising and falling in tune with the sharp breaths he drew with each caress.

  He raised his head to look at her dazedly. “Just your hand, okay?”

  Lucie doubted he could have stopped her had she dived in and gone at him with her mouth. But enjoying him in his pleasure…maybe she could wait until next time.

  Next time?

  She stared unblinkingly at him, MacCale pumping into her fist, ready to explode. He’d been so hard already when he had stripped, she didn’t wonder at his rapid rise. Or was it Anika who had gotten him so hot and horny, the she-devil?

  Lucie didn’t want to think about her, she only wanted Mac to…

  I only want Mac. That’s all I want.

  His shaft pulsed. She knew what it meant.

  “Get up. I want to see you come. Get up.”

  For a moment he didn’t move. He looked uncertain, and excited as hell.

  “I said get up,” she said more forcefully. Finally, he complied, standing with a splash. Lucie maneuvered herself to meet him on her knees.

  “That’s more like it,” she murmured. He was a sight, standing tall in front of her, abs contracting, his thighs taut, his cock fully erect.

  Dark. Gleaming. Irresistible.

  The second his knees locked, she gripped his shaft again and slipped the thick crown past her lips.

  He shouted out, clutched the back of her head, his fingers burrowing into her hair. “Let go, baby.”

  She shook her head. His cock bobbed around in her mouth, her tongue teasing the underside of the knob. He jerked violently every time she touched the spot.

  “Fuck.”

  A really sensitive, tasty spot.

  She gripped him gently with her mouth but firmly with her hand so he understood she had no intention of letting go. She had wanted to do this from the first time she had set eyes on his cock. He wouldn’t rob her of the opportunity now.

  She suckled him, pumping the head with a steady smooth suction, her palm gliding along the fat stalk in an equally easy rhythm. She had no idea what he liked or how to give it to him, but judging by the strangled sounds he was making, she was doing just fine.

  “You’re killing me,” he ground out, his tone equal parts arousal and frustration.

  “I’ll make sure you go with a smile,” she quipped, and blew a breath over the tiny slit.

  His hips jerked, bucking wildly.

  She put her fingers on his length, ghosted her nails along the shaft. She blew another hot breath on his damp skin and without warning prodded lightly with the tip of her tongue.

  “Fuck,” he shouted on a shudder.

  Lucie drew the tip into her mouth and suckled, nice and easy one moment, hard and tight the next. His hips jerked involuntarily, and she knew he wanted to thrust. He wanted to fuck her mouth but didn’t, letting her do what she wanted in whatever pace she set instead.

  She rewarded him with deliberately slow laps. Her tongue explored, lingered, swirling up and down and around the hard, hot length, looking for spots to tease. She laved with her tongue flattened, she nudged with the tip. Stopping to make sure he watched her every move, she took him deep into her mouth again.

  “Fuck yeah,” he sighed. Mac was trying so hard to keep still when she knew what he wanted was to push and pump. Lucie stroked him with one hand as she gave it to him steadily, teasingly.

  She wanted nothing more than to pay him in kind for all the pleasure he’d given her then have him flood her mouth with his cum.

  Loosening her grip a notch, she stopped suckling. Mac let out a long, ragged sigh. Relief or aggravation, she didn’t know which. His cock lost none of its hardness a
s she licked the crown gently. Unhurriedly, she teased the slit with the tip of her tongue, then flicked the sensitive underside in rapid-fire motion.

  Mac groaned long and loud, his head falling back.

  The look on his face was the sexiest thing she had ever seen, as though he had to concentrate to keep watching. Every time he did, she squeezed him a bit harder, took his cock back in her mouth and suckled just so, and his head fell back again as if it were too much.

  The response was such a turn-on, Lucie moaned. The reality was no less a turn-on than the fantasy had been, maybe more.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he growled. Mac clutched her head with both hands, tilting it up a bit so she would look at him. Refusing to let go of her prize, Lucie gripped his shaft harder and lifted her eyes to his.

  “I’m going to come, Lucie. I’m gonna come so hard. Can you take it?”

  She had no idea. She couldn’t wait to find out.

  She stared up at him from under her lashes and suckled the tip gently, giving permission, letting him know she was ready for him.

  “You think you can take it?”

  Saying nothing, she moved to run her tongue along his shaft all the way down to his balls. He had shaved, his groin smooth save for a trim patch above his cock, and that was all the invitation she needed.

  Lucie thrust his shaft against his belly and went for his sac. He was so high and tight she could hardly get him in her mouth. It didn’t stop her from trying. Pressing her lips tight against his balls she toyed with him, rolling her tongue from side to side, up and down, round and round.

  “Ah fuck…ah fuck…” he chanted, gripping her head tighter. Lucie didn’t mind. It didn’t hurt, only proved she had him where she wanted him, almost there and ready to blast. Ripples ran along the shaft, his hoarse cries filling the room. His cock started pulsing, pumping forth his release. Lucie eased away to guide him back into her mouth.

  “Make me come, baby. Make me come, just like that, oh fuck…”

  Lucie clenched her knees together, wanting to touch herself, needing to focus on him instead. She hadn’t allowed him to rob her of this. She wouldn’t rob him of her full attention.

  His cock throbbed violently. Lucie gave the spasming shaft one last tug with her lips and then he was coming, his seed spilling into her mouth as his big body convulsed before her. The first shot was hard, blasting against the back of her throat hot and rich. She swallowed greedily, taking each wave he gave without reserve, savoring his release.

  His cries turned into groans as she eased both the frantic rhythm and her grip on him. The groans gradually turned to gasps as she languidly licked the last remnants of his release from the tip of the silky knob, rolling the savory droplets into her mouth. Her tongue tingled with it but it wasn’t unpleasant, only unexpected.

  Replete, Mac caressed her hair. He jerked every time her tongue slid over his shaft, his cock twitching at every kiss she pressed on him. Lucie finished off with a long, lingering suck of the crown and a self-satisfied lick of her lips before saying, “I had no idea a man could taste that good. Thanks for accommodating me so graciously.”

  Mac’s hand fell to his side, his head slumping forward as his eyes closed. “Graciously, my ass. I came down your throat like a fucking cannon. Nothing gracious about that.”

  She licked her lips, pursed them together and gave them a firm resounding smack. “And I absolutely loved it.”

  Lucie gave the shaft, now marginally softened, one final kiss, let go and settled back in the tub. MacCale plopped down, thoroughly splashing the floor tiles.

  Lucie laughed in delight. He was spent all right, and it satisfied her on a level much deeper than she cared to look into.

  He shook his head, a smile warming his tight expression. “I hope you still feel that way tomorrow.”

  “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not as if you had to force me.”

  “You’re tipsy.”

  “I’m horny.”

  “Boohoo to you because that’s all we’re doing until you’re one-hundred-percent sober.”

  “But what if I want you to reciprocate? What you said at the Games. Was that a fib?”

  “No.”

  “So you’ll do it? Finger me silly, lick my pussy like a lollipop? How do you lick a pussy like a lollipop? Show me.” She extended her hand to touch him, tempt him.

  Mac gripped her wrist and leaned forward to kiss her fingers. “Oh I will, baby. In the morning, okay? First, sleep.”

  “I don’t sleep with men. In the literal sense. House rules.”

  “You already broke that one. With me. Might as well do it again. If you want me to do all the things I said I want to do to you. How does that sound?” The tip of her index finger disappeared into his mouth. His tongue was rough on the soft pad, the gentle suckling motion sending bolts of sensation through every nerve and fiber.

  “Sounds like blackmail,” she breathed out.

  He tugged at her finger, taking it deeper into his mouth. She could feel the smooth suction down to her womb. “Well, what’s it gonna be?” Her clit screamed for contact, for his mouth. “If you want it, you need to give me something in return.” He nibbled at the sensitive tips, gripped a pad between his teeth and held her still for a long, leisurely lick before plucking the digit into his mouth again. Mimicking her moves on his cock, he sucked hard, harder.

  Holy hell—

  He released her hand and leaned back. “A night in my arms. It’s not as if it would kill you. It didn’t the last time.”

  No, she’d only been hurting like hell ever since. She’d hurt even worse if she didn’t have him. All of him. Right now.

  “I can do it, you know,” she said. “Make you want me. How long do you think you’ll last before you absolutely have to fuck me? And I don’t mean my mouth. I mean my pussy. Fuck me deep and hard in my wet, waiting pussy—”

  Before she could finish the sentence he was on her, water splashing all over again as he smashed his mouth on hers. “Shut up,” he groaned, grinding his body against the length of hers. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

  “You want me.” More than anything, it was a plea.

  “So much,” he grated, his hot breath mingling with hers.

  “Say it.” A desperate plea.

  “You know I do. I want you so bad I fucking hurt with it and you damn well know it.”

  “Then take me,” she begged, not caring about how needy she sounded. “Fuck me.” Like he had that first night. When he hadn’t given her a choice, only pleasure. Unreserved, undiluted, mindless pleasure. She wanted to feel that again. One more time. One last time.

  “Do it. Take me.” Love me.

  No!

  “No,” he ground out, slowly retreating.

  No love, just sex. Just sex. Just the sex.

  God, he was right. She needed to sober up because the drinks had made her stupid along with tipsy.

  “I can’t. Not tonight, baby. Tomorrow, okay?”

  Fight didn’t grip Lucie, neither did flight. Another altogether different feeling consumed her, a paralyzing helplessness closing in on her throat and heart. He had already given her so much, and he kept on giving. He had made her want to give in return, bask in his warmth and passion.

  What she had tried to avoid like the plague for all her existence now sat across from her, staring into her eyes, in her home, on her territory, where she had invited him.

  And all she could do was tremble in recognition of his power and her defeat.

  “Deal,” she heard herself saying.

  “You won’t regret it, honey.”

  She already did.

  Chapter Seven

  Not many things felt like the first time or took Lucie by surprise, but waking up next to Mac the next morning went right into the unique and unexpected category.

  He squashed against her back, her hand resting on his thick arm while his other hand caressed the skin on her hip.

  “You up?” he whispered.
/>   He certainly was, the hot length of his cock digging into her butt.

  She’d had him in her mouth. She had sucked him. Licked, teased, tugged until he’d spiced her tongue and throat with his come.

  Another first for her, one that had her pussy and belly clenching in arousal.

  “You are up,” he murmured. “Need to use the bathroom?”

  She shook her head, hair slipping to her face.

  Mac smoothed back the runaway locks and massaged her scalp gently. “How’s your head?”

  “I wasn’t drunk, you know,” she snapped. Mac had gotten her home safely. He’d looked after her and now she was chewing his ass for it.

  Taking care to sound more docile Lucie said, “I’m fine.”

  “Good to hear. I can’t think of a worse way to waste a day than nursing a hangover.” Gathering her hair, he lifted the bundle above her head, baring her neck for him. He tilted her chin up to expose her throat as well and placed a damp kiss on her jaw.

  Okay. This was nice.

  His fingers skimmed up and down her throat while his lips caressed the side of her neck. He moved achingly slow, letting her savor every sensual touch of his firm mouth on sensitive flesh as he kissed her ear to shoulder and back.

  Better than nice.

  “You’re so lovely,” he whispered against her ear. He nipped at the lobe with his lips, trailed the whirls with his tongue, his breath hot on her damp skin. Lucie shivered. She was damn near panting in expectation of his next move.

  The backs of his fingers traced the curve of her breast and dipped into her cleavage. “This is one of my favorite spots.” He trailed the underside of the other globe with his fingertips, excruciatingly light. “The skin is soft and so tender.” He cupped her gently, the mound disappearing into his big palm. He held her for a moment as if weighing her in his hand. On a satisfied hum, his hand returned between her breasts, his mouth returning to her neck. He nibbled on her skin, light enough not to mark, hard enough she could feel it all the way between her legs.

  Lucie wanted to squirm. She did squirrel in his hold as his palm brushed across one puckered nipple. He grazed the other, sending little pulses of sensation running down her belly and straight into her pussy.