Bed Of Lies

by King, Dean

  “Tell me what you want or I’ll go away! I’ll leave you like this all night. Unsatisfied...” he nipped at her earlobe, suckling the soft flesh as if it were candy, doing the same to her cheek, he rained soft kisses along the area.

  “I’ve never…I don’t know…” her breath coming in short puffs as his fingers worked their magic. Nina’s body jerked against the cold rough wall, and she couldn't control it. Her eyes closed on their own, her head fell back again as ecstasy claimed her. She didn't recognize the sounds coming from her own throat. Blackness took her with it into passions realm.

  Rafe laid the heel of his hand on her bud of pleasure. With the same movement of his fingers, he caressed it. Soon she was putty in his hand. Her nectar flowing over his fingers. “Say it. Tell me to fuck you, say it and I’ll end this. I’ll bury my…”

  “Fuck me!” It was ripped from her in a scream as her body shuttered. “Please, I need you...” Her face flushed red as she panted, wrapping one leg around his hips bringing him closer.

  Rafe wanted nothing more at this moment than to be buried inside her liquid heat. Almost fumbling in his haste he quickly replaced his fingers with the tip of his throbbing manhood and surged hard into her searing heat.

  Nina gasped, her hands gripped the restraints, straining with the need to touch him. He had taken her by surprise, the fullest of him had her gasping to catch her breath. Bordering on pain and pleasure, she froze. He kissed her, fully ravishing her tender mouth. Soon she melted and forgot about the tightness as her world rocketed out of orbit.

  Rafe wanted all of her, and at this moment she consumed him. He drank from her sweet lips like a man starved, while plundering her greedy body. In no time she was pushing against him, grinding on him, begging him for more. He released her hands from the restraints. They immediately curled around his neck, her long fingers tunneling into his curls. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled out of her. Lifting her into his arms, he walked to the bed and laid her on it. “This is just to get us started,” he whispered as he went to her. She lay in all her golden splendor, as if Venus had decided to grace him with her presence. His throat tightened, with something he didn’t care to name.

  Nina was on fire and only he could put it out. She wanted everything he had to offer, through hooded eyes she saw him coming to her. She lifted her arms and opened herself to him, gladly accepting his hard male flesh into her with one clean stroke. She gasped as her body began to quake, orgasm racing through her.

  Rafe caught her legs in his hands. Holding them far apart, he slammed home, full hilt, as she sobbed her release. Before he knew it he was there, lights bursting behind his eyes, then a deep black void consumed him as he spilled his life force deep within her.

  They lay still for hours, her back against his chest, curled together as if they were meant to be, each content to hold the other and never move.

  Nina finally broke the silence. “Why did you take off my mask?” She didn't turn around to look at him. She was too comfortable. For the first time in her life, she felt safe from the world. Snuggled in his strong arms she felt together they could face anything.

  Rafe brushed her soft hair back from her shoulder, and dropped a kiss on the silky flesh. “I wanted to see you. Is that wrong?” He leaned on his elbow, and watched his hand run over her smooth arm and waist.

  Nina turned in his arms. She reached up to catch the corner of his mask to lift it away. A question formed in her soft green eyes.

  Rafe caught her hand in a vise grip. If she knows who I am will she turn out to be like the others? He was finished with sneaky bitches trying to use him to get a leg up in life. He didn't want to think of her like that, but he had to be realistic. If she recognized him, he'd have to end this tonight.

  “It’s only fair that you allow me to see you. I want to know the man responsible for taking me to the heavens.” She breathed softly, her eyes sparkling like emeralds.

  Rafe released her hand; mesmerized by the deep dimple at each corner of her pretty lips, he reached out to touch one.

  Nina pulled the mask from his face.

  He stiffened.

  She saw his look, his eyes turned gunmetal gray and became distant. Her heart thumped against her ribs, uncertainty took hold of her. He was beautiful, rugged, and handsome in a rough sort of way that thrilled her. Then she frowned deeply. What is he doing with me?

  Rafe watched her face for any sign of recognition. It amazed him how just looking at her caused momentary laps in his mind. Or was it his heart?

  Leaning up on one elbow, she caressed his face with trembling fingers. “Why did you do this?” She breathed in wonder. “Is it because I look like a teacher and you felt like loving a teacher that night? Is this, after all, a game for you?”

  He rolled from her, and swung his legs to the floor. His thoughts racing. She knows! Oh god, she knows. His chest began to cave in, and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. The thought of letting her go was too much. These past few weeks of watching her from afar had been hard, it proved to him that he couldn’t stay away from her. That he was hooked. Trusting her with his identity would be the only alternative. Despite his brave thoughts earlier, he couldn't think of not seeing her again. Fuck! What to do?

  Nina moved up behind him. Her full breasts against his warm broad back, she wrapped him in her arms. She felt him pulling away. It was like he’d literarily slammed the door in her face. She didn’t want that, she couldn’t go through life without him. He was fast becoming a need instead of being just a want. Her warm breath caressed his ear as she whispered, “Did you feel sorry for me? Is that why you chose me?”

  Rafe caught her hands and pulled her onto his lap. He framed her oval face in his hands. “How could anyone feel sorry for you? You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’m not beautiful. I know I’m not,” her emerald eyes were steady, they held his bold gray gaze. “You don’t have to say that. I know how people feel about me, I’m different and they don’t like anyone who’s not like them.” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you wanted me because I was different from the other girls and now I guess that’s over.” She wanted to kiss him for it saying what he said. No one had ever said she was even mildly pretty, let alone beautiful. That he thought so thrilled her.

  Rafe’s eyes narrowed and hope surged in his chest. “Do you know me?”

  She shook her head, her curious eyes roamed his face. “Should I?”

  His relief was almost tangible, as his rigid frame relaxed. “Are you sure you don’t know me?”

  “Yes, I’m positive,” she nodded. “Am I supposed to? Have we met before?”

  Rafe ignored that, he was to happy to ruin it with the truth. “Then why did you ask me how could I do this to you?”

  She shrugged, her eyes moved to the curls at the back of his neck. “It’s only natural I should ask. You’re handsome, the most attractive man I’ve ever known. Why would you want to be with me? Unless you just like the plain Jane type. Is that what it is? My mousy vagabond looks turned you on?” Nina kept her eyes downcast so he couldn't see how important his answer was to her. She knew people and she knew herself, there had to be a reason why this sophisticated man who could have any woman in the world, would choose her.

  Rafe lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Because you, my dear, are worth ten of me. You could make any man grovel at your pretty feet, if you choose to.” Kissing her chin, he whispered. “I'm so turned on by you. I need you with me…” Rafe froze, shocked to realize he meant every word but he couldn't finish the statement without opening a door he wasn't ready for.

  She laughed, small white teeth gleaming in the candle light. Suddenly her eyes sparkled like rare jewels. “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, I know people.” She quickly changed the subject. “Tell me about this place. You seem to be at home here.” She placed the tip of one finger on his strong dimpled chin. Slowly, she moved it
down the light covering of black hair on his chest.

  Rafe released the breath he'd been holding. “I'm familiar with this place.” He couldn't tell her his father had owned it, and that it now belonged to his brother. “I had an ex-girlfriend who loved it here.” It was the painful truth. “I never got into it, but I’m glad I was here to meet you.”

  Her eyes went to the smattering of black whorls at his chest. Nina didn't want to look into his eyes as she asked the next question. “I know it’s none of my business, and we are only physical partners, but I saw all the free sex going on out there. Have you ever done that?” She bit her lower lip. “I mean, have you ever been on that stage or let those girls do things to you in public?” She didn't want to think that he could do something like that, but her curiosity got the best of her.

  “There are many things a man will do when he’s with his friends that he'd never do alone,” he explained, his cheeks showing just a bit of color in his embarrassment. “I was very young, but yes, I did.” He wanted to sink into the floor when her lovely eyes flew to his face. At the same time, her shy naiveté thrilled him.

  “Why?” It was asked softly, with only curiosity shining in her eyes.

  “Have you ever done anything in your youth that you think back on now and regret?” Rafe brushed her hair back from her shoulder, gently caressing her silken skin, his fingers slowly sliding down her back, to linger at her thin waist. The faint scent of roses coming from her filled his mind.

  “I remember only one thing, really,” her eyes became distant. “I was a pretty good kid. But when one of the boys at the orphanage took my book and said it was his, one of the sisters at our school told me to give it back to him, that night I broke his arm, it was an accident. But they never bothered me again.”

  With all the questions rolling through his mind, the last thing Rafe expected was the laughter that burst from his lips. His laughter quieted at the look on her face. He cleared his throat. “I take it you were justified in that?”

  She nodded. “I was vindicated in the long run, but the shells the Nun made me kneel on for hours cut deep into my knees. I spent a week recovering from it.” Almond shaped eyes caressed his suddenly hard face. “You know you have a nice laugh. I'd still like to know what such a handsome man is doing with someone like me.”

  He frowned. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

  “I'm not exactly the most interesting person here. Neither am I all that tempting to look at.” She shrugged and looked away from him.

  Lifting her from his lap, he planted her firmly on her feet. Standing beside her, he caught her hand in his and half dragged her across the room. “Look at this!” He was shouting again.

  Nina stood straight and tall staring at him, her wide eyes showing none of the uncertainty rolling through her.

  “I said look at it!” Rafe caught her chin in his hand. With a jerk he turned her towards the tall mirror standing in one far corner.

  Nina flushed darkly at the sight of the two of them. Both naked, his skin, even though tanned, was still lighter than her dark caramel.

  “Look at you, not me,” Rafe moved until he stood behind her. It angered him that she had such a negative opinion of herself. His hands on either side of her neck, he gave her no chance at escape. “Look at this beautiful woman standing in front of me.” Slowly his hands slid down her arms, to capture her hands in his. His eyes never left hers.

  “Don’t ever sell yourself short my Lily, not ever!” Bringing the back of her hand up to his lips, he dropped a kiss on it, watching her in the mirror. Letting go of her hands, he placed his hands on her hips sliding his open palms up each side. Then around to her stomach, he pulled her tight against him. He whispered against her neck. “Do you feel what you do to me?” His hands journeyed up her stomach to cup her breasts. He nipped at her shoulder. “For a little nobody, you sure have me on my knees.”

  Nina watched with wide eyes as his large hands fondled her openly. Her blood was boiling by the time his well groomed fingers slipped between her legs, parting the folds of flesh that hid her womanhood. Then her legs were giving away. She thought surely he would take them to the bed now.

  “Open your legs,” Rafe’s voice was stern as he fought for control that was fast slipping away.

  What was it about this woman that affects me so? Suddenly, he didn’t want to think any more. Rafe felt her fingers in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer, her creamy smooth bottom was pressing against his fully erect flesh, and he shivered with the need to have her. “No one has ever fired my blood like you do,” he growled into her ear, half angry because he knew the truth behind those words. “All I can ever think about is loving you. Over and over. Only you, my sweet, my Lily,” he stopped at that, he couldn’t trust himself not to bare his heart. He couldn't leave himself so open and ready to be trampled under her pretty feet.

  He hooked one arm under her knee and lifted her leg, his heated eyes still on the mirror. Rafe quivered with anticipation as he watched his manhood part her sweet glistening flesh. His passion heavy gaze traveled up her heaving golden body. Her straining breasts pointed straight out begging for his lips. And he inhaled deeply and held it. Bending his knees, he got as far under her as he could for a good clean aim, then thrust hard. His breath rushed from him as she cried out the words he wanted to hear. Through eyes half–closed, he watched her sweet nether lips open to receive him.

  Nina felt so wicked; for the first time in her life she let go of her upbringing, she burst out of her shell, and let herself enjoy everything he was teaching her. Watching him enter her had been electrifying. Her climax had hit her instantly, tightening every fiber of her being. And his words made her bold, able to do or say anything.

  “Pull out,” she panted, her eyes heavy and chest heaving.

  “I can’t,” Rafe declared, his eyes glued to her flushed face and knowing he spoke the truth. To leave her now would be to go crazy.

  “Yes, you can. I said pull out and lay on the bed.” Nina caught his passion filled gaze in the mirror with hers. The command in her voice held his attention.

  He couldn’t think, let alone move, but the look in her eyes promised greater pleasures ahead. Planting his hands on her hips, he slowly pulled free of her delicious body.

  “Lay on your back.” He went to the bed and did as he was told, his shaft standing straight out waiting for attention.

  Nina went to him, her eyes on his proud muscle, it glistened with their fluids and her stomach tightened with the need to be one with him again. “I saw this at the bar, all I could think of was doing it to you.” Her voice was husky with desire as Nina moved to straddle his trim hips. She caught his steely hot flesh in her hand, amazed at the slick yet rigid feel of it. She put the dark mushroom tip to her entrance and slid down. Her eyes widened at the intense pressure of it, for a moment she panicked. This was so different from the other ways they had made love.

  Rafe sucked in his breath, the feeling drugged him. Catching her hips in his hands, he gently pulled down, but she inhaled deeply and stopped.

  “No it’s too fast, I can’t…” she tried to move off him.

  “Ssh, ssh, baby, it’s just right. Like a glove,” Rafe wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her to him. “Just give it a second, and then I want you to ride the hell out of me.” He took her breasts between his lips and suckled her gently as he worked his hips. Carefully he eased in and out of her until finally he was buried deep within her quaking heat.

  Nina didn’t know if she liked this, but she trusted him. It surprised her how full she felt, not bad enough to stop, but this position made him feel so much bigger. She hadn’t realized he would go so deep. Then his lips were on the tips of her breasts and all thoughts stopped as his lips and tongue pulled and massaged them. Soon her hips were moving on their own, accepting all of him. Tingles ran down her spine, through her whole body, setting it afire. She looked at the dark head of this gorgeous man who wanted her, and reveled in the look on
his face. Filled with a sense of wonder, she lifted her hands, caught her hair, and lifted it over her head to let the mahogany mass tumble around her shoulders as her hips worked faster and faster. She watched with fascination the erotic image in the mirror. It was like watching someone else. Scorching heat raced through her belly, only to explode into brilliant hot fire shaking her whole body.

  Rafe observed her with hooded eyes, loving the look on her face. The look of a satisfied woman. His woman. Clutching her hips, he bent his knees until his feet were flat on the bed. Holding her tight, he pounded into her over and over again. Suddenly he pulled her down to him; then rolled her to her back. “I…can’t take this,” he cried, hooking his arms under her knees. He had the fierce urge to pound into her until she cried out for mercy. He held her legs wide so he could see where they were joined. Then there it was. That damned blinding light! That soul-shattering burst of electricity that told him release was at hand. No matter how he fought it, it was there.

  She clung to him, sweat beading on her skin. Her stomach clinched as he surged into her as if he’d gone insane. Over and over, he thrust. Nina threw her head back and screamed her release when it came. Her nails on his muscled thighs urging him on.

  Rafe fell to her chest, the hard tips of her breasts pushing into his chest as the last shudders were leaving his body. He lay with his head nestled between her heaving breasts, his lower portion still buried within her luscious body, content not to ever move again.

  Her long fingers gently slid up and down his wet back. “I’m not white or Hispanic you know,” her soft voice came to him as if through a smoky mist.

  Rafe used what little energy he had left and lifted his head, staring into her honest eyes. He wondered where that came from. “Neither am I.” He laughed at her look of surprise.

  “You’re not?”

  “No, I’m not,” he shook his head and eased off her to lay on the bed. “Why did you say that? Do you think I care?”