by Jayne Rylon
So why was she stopping them?
“I’m not stripping until you do. You’re going to end up with a rash or sores if you leave that thing on wet.” She knocked her heel into his prosthesis. “Be a good boy and I’ll make sure you get a treat. Otherwise, we’re both going to suffer for your stubbornness.”
She walked her skirt up her long, slender thighs. As much as it killed him to see her and not have her, it bothered him far more to know that she would let herself ache with unfulfilled desire if he didn’t do what she asked of him.
“Ellie, come on.” He scrubbed his hands through his hair, deciding to be blunt. “I’m about to fuck you half into a coma.”
“It’s not like your dick was cut off. You don’t need that hunk of carbon fiber to make love to me.” She dared him to deny it.
Maybe he didn’t, but it made him feel less awkward. Less like a freak.
But God it was really starting to itch now.
“What if you give yourself blisters or your skin breaks down into open wounds and you can’t go with me to the casino?” She bit her lip.
Well, shit. That was all it took. No way would she go alone. But she was right—he could end up unable to wear his leg, and then what? He’d either have to rely on his forearm crutches or a wheelchair. Either one would make it pretty damn obvious for the crooks to figure out who he really was. Then Ellie would pay the price.
Lucas was slipping the strap out of his proximal lock in seconds flat. He would never do that to her. But she didn’t know what she was asking for. Backing him into a corner made him feel jagged and rough. He hoped she could handle the result of his raw emotions when they were translated into actions.
As soon as he had his liner and socks stretched out in the sunlight and his leg toweled dry, he rounded on her. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
“I thought you wanted to take them off me.” She smiled softly at him, victorious.
“That was when we were playing nice.” He lifted her hand to his mouth then bit her finger enough to sting. She sucked in a breath but didn’t run from him. “Now I’m riled up and you’re gonna get what you asked for. All of me. Tell me if that’s not what you want anymore, E.”
“I want you. Exactly how you are. No polish and no cover-ups,” she said.
“Fine.” He commanded her, “Take your dress off so I can watch; then I want you facing that tree, bent over at the waist. Put your hands on it to brace yourself. You’re going to need something to hold on to.”
If she’d shown a moment’s hesitation, he would have changed their course.
She didn’t.
Before he had finished his instructions, she climbed to her feet and dragged her dress over her head, letting it fall to the grass, forgotten. Completely bare beneath, her perky tits bounced enough to have him rearranging his cock in his shorts before scanning down her svelte stomach to her trimmed mound.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked.
“Ah…no”—she pivoted, showing him her ass and the colorful tattoo on her shoulder instead—“but you looked like you were enjoying the view.”
“True. Not as much as I’m going to like being inside you again, though.” He groaned just thinking about it. “You were so fucking hot. So tight and so wet.”
Lucas couldn’t say what inspired his dirty talk, but she moaned and wiggled as she settled into place, so he went with it. He reclined on the blanket only long enough to strip his shorts and briefs off then rolled to his knees.
Thankfully, he hadn’t been wearing a shirt. Saved time.
The light breeze couldn’t do anything to cool him off as it caressed his fully nude body. Out here, in the broad sunlight, he didn’t care who or what saw him as he was, so long as they also noticed how he fit with Ellie. They belonged together. She had been made for him, and he for her.
He crawled between Ellie’s legs like the animal she turned him into. She didn’t seem to care how he got to her when he spread her pussy lips from behind then sampled the arousal he could already see making her glisten.
When her knees threatened to buckle, he wrapped his hands around her waist and suspended her above his head in midair until she could regain her balance. To know that he could impact her like that was potent.
Steady once more, she resumed her position, thrusting her perfect ass at him as if she offered him a present.
And she was.
Her trust and faith being the two most important of them.
Her indiscriminating affection being another.
And her body being the last.
Though it wasn’t the most important of the treasures she shared with him, it was one he prized. And planned to take care of to the satisfaction of them both.
Lucas gripped her ass cheeks in either hand and spread her apart so that he could bury his face in her folds and drink deeply, flooding his mouth with her taste.
His cock pulsed, begging him to skip the warm-up, but he’d done that yesterday and he had something entirely different on the menu for this afternoon.
When she began to chant his name and rock so that she met his strokes, he paused, shifting his attention to her breasts, which hung beneath her, swaying in time to the flexing of her body.
Ellie cried out his name and begged him to give her relief.
“Oh, I will,” he promised her. “Soon.”
Lucas scooted back until he could suckle her breasts. He remembered how sensitive they were and how she’d unraveled for him a couple of days ago when he’d feasted on them. So he decided to start there.
When he took her nipple into his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue, he complemented the sensation by reaching between her legs. A few flicks of his fingers across her clit had her knees turning to jello. He grinned as he steadied her before doing his best to melt her bones.
Without removing her hands from the tree bark, she peered down at him, watching him play her body like some fine instrument. Focusing the skittering of his fingers over her clit into a gentle circular massage while increasing the suction on her breast made her moan.
Good thing he didn’t have any neighbors or they would probably be outside jacking off as they watched how beautiful she was when she came.
Because there was no way she could hold back when he took his free hand and used it to pinch her other nipple.
Above him, Ellie quaked. She called out his name and rained her pleasure on his fingers. Before she’d even finished shattering, he took his drenched hand and moved it to her mouth, feeding her the result of their passion.
Ellie opened her mouth without hesitation. She drew his digits between her lips and sucked them clean as if she could read his mind. Or maybe their desires were simply so in tune they both wanted the same things.
“That’s right,” he whispered as he watched her draw on his fingers, her eyes slightly closed. “You’re in sync with me. It hardly takes anything for you to come with me, does it?”
She moaned, already fidgeting as the arousal raging through her returned more fiercely than before. This time Lucas went farther, returning his hand to her pussy, though not only to toy with her clit. He used the combination of her slickness and spit to tunnel inside her with three fingers at once.
Unprepared for the invasion, she jerked.
He would swear she came on him again before he’d even fully embedded himself within her sheath. Wet, velvety heat distracted him momentarily. It felt so good to slide his fingers through it—feel her massaging his hand and know that soon it would be his cock—that he got a little carried away and gave her a couple more orgasms in a row.
It didn’t matter, though—she still needed more.
Finally, he was starting to believe that she might just need him as badly as he needed her. Not because he was some random means to sate her Sex Offender-induced cravings, but because they had this imp
act on each other. Fuck, he knew for a fact his cock had never been as hard or eager to impale a soft pussy as it was when the cunt in question was hers.
Still, he refused to allow himself the indulgence.
Not until she was as desperate as he was.
If he was going to give in and show her all of him, she had to be ready to accept it. Better if she joined him in being fully naked to the soul. For her that meant embracing this new, incredibly sexy, wild side of her sensuality. And if it took making her mindless with delirious pleasure to get her there, he’d do it.
Gladly.
Every day for the rest of his life.
Lucas abandoned her breasts with a groan of regret, raking his teeth over her nipples one last time before edging toward her pussy. By now, he was supporting most of her weight, though he didn’t mind in the least. And still she stayed where he’d put her, never once letting him down.
Maybe he’d have to talk to JRad and Lily about booking a session at their club to explore this side of her further, once they’d put this cops-and-robbers bullshit behind them.
This time, Lucas changed direction, sitting facing her body from behind her so that he could peek at her expression from time to time. She was so engrossed in the rapture assaulting her that she had closed her eyes and seemed to be drifting far away from where her body rested in his capable hands.
That was fine with him. Whatever she needed to do to maximize her experience, that was what he wished for her.
So he got back to work.
This time he allowed himself to lick her from clit to ass, swirling his tongue around her tight back passage a few times for the hell of it.
Ellie groaned and shoved against him, inspiring more wicked thoughts for another time when he was better prepared. That didn’t stop him from lashing her with his tongue as he began to ram his fingers inside her, taking his cues on how hard and fast to set his pace by the rate at which she rocked back.
It felt savage at first, until he monitored her escalating cries and the orgasms that began to roll through her, one after the other, with no distinct end before her body surrendered to another.
Only when she shouted his name and begged did he consider allowing his stiff, leaking cock to finally take what it wanted.
“Please, Lucas,” she cried. “I need you inside me. Give me your cock. Please fuck me, please.”
How could he resist a plea like that?
When he shifted, she began to sink to the blanket, maybe expecting to ride him or somehow help him fight gravity while he fucked her. “Hell no, E.”
He smacked her ass a bit harder than he’d intended, though her resulting howl made him think the pleasurable pain had tipped off yet another climax.
“Did I tell you to move?” he asked.
“N-no.” She bit her lip as if it required special concentration to think through the sensations bombarding her.
“Then stay right there if you want my dick,” he snarled, letting her have what she’d asked for…his passion, fully unleashed.
Lucas could only hope that she liked the man he was beneath the polite coverings as much as she had thought she might. If not, it would crush him. He was fully exposed, completely vulnerable and prepared to give her every bit of him there was.
In every way.
Ellie stayed stock-still. She could have been bound to some of the bondage equipment at Black Lily for how flawlessly she maintained the position he’d set her in.
“That’s good, E. Perfect. You’re so fucking hot,” he growled as he put his hands around her waist and used her to anchor himself as he stood. Balancing on his left foot, he leaned slightly to one side, cantilevering himself so that his center of gravity adjusted. With her fuckable ass on display, and making a perfect handhold, he found it was actually pretty easy—and surprisingly comfortable—to enter her this way.
So he did.
He took his throbbing cock in hand and pumped it a few times, afraid to get carried away, but needing a little relief at least before he pummeled her harder than she would enjoy.
With her head down, she could observe him.
Ellie must have had a great view because she cried, “Yes, Lucas. Put it in me. Come on, quit playing with my prize.”
“You have been awfully good, haven’t you?” He smiled savagely as he leaned forward and kissed along her spine as well as he could in their positions.
She shivered in his grip.
“Damn straight,” she replied, making him laugh even in the midst of the hottest, most desperate sexual encounter of his life.
And that was when he knew, without a doubt, that he loved her.
Not that he planned to share that tidbit at the moment.
Not when they were both fanatical with lust.
He had other things to attend to first. Primarily, her.
“Then I think I have something for you.” He took his cock and slapped it against her pussy, loving the moist smacks that resulted, filling the afternoon air with the undeniable sounds of their joint arousal.
“Yes!” she shouted when he notched the tip of his dick to her opening and leaned toward her, allowing his weight to drive him inexorably inside her.
“E!” He would never tire of this moment, the one when their flesh entwined as closely as their hearts and minds seemed to be most times. There was magic in that first contact, their bodies becoming one.
She felt it too, gasping and rocking back to aid his advance. When she bumped her ass into his pelvis, she inadvertently knocked him slightly off-balance.
He hopped to keep himself upright, causing his cock to slip from her pussy. He didn’t let that deter him. Instead of wasting time being embarrassed, he simply followed his instincts, which insisted that he get the hell back inside the paradise between her legs as soon as fucking possible.
Ellie sighed when he fitted himself to her and glided to the hilt in a single stroke.
For a couple of seconds, he stayed there. Still. Allowing himself to simply revel in the clasp of her body. Her pussy clenched and released, making him certain that if he lingered there long enough, he could shoot from that sensation alone.
But she needed more.
“Lucas, please.” Her fingers clenched on the tree steadying them both.
He gave her what she desired. Himself too.
Using her waist to guide them, he shoved himself inside her. He withdrew before yanking her onto his dick then repeating the motion over and over.
When she came on his cock, slathering him in fresh lubrication, he gritted his teeth and threw his head back, staring at the blinding light in the sky to keep from joining her.
It still wasn’t half as bright as looking at her as she found her ecstasy.
So he redoubled his efforts, fucking her nearly as madly as he loved her.
It felt a little weird to have his stump swinging free as he pounded her, but it acted as kind of a pendulum, helping him to return to position before starting another circuit within her.
If she minded it bumping into her from behind, she sure was a phenomenal actress.
Lucas bent at the waist. He slid his hands up her torso, from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them as he humped her harder, faster and more furiously than ever.
Almost immediately, she was crying out his name in the unique tone she used when she was surrendering to her pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of her and her bliss.
He bit her shoulder, above her tattoo, hoping she wouldn’t mind if he left a mark. He wanted to be represented there, in her depiction of her ideal self. It was egotistical, but honest.
This time when she shattered, she went limp, unable to stand any longer.
Together, they tumbled to the blanket. Lucas kept them locked together and cushioned their fall.
They’d barely hit the ground when he blanketed her pro
ne body, drilling into her harder now that he had both knees to use for leverage.
He reached beneath her and cupped her shoulders in his hands, yanking her to him as he filled her savagely. Her face was turned sideways as she surrendered to his ultimate possession. He couldn’t wait for next time they were intimate so that he could let her ride him and return the favor.
He wanted to belong to her every bit as much.
Hell, he already did. He’d given her every ounce of himself, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Lucas leaned forward so that he could growl in her ear. Stopping now would be impossible. He’d pushed himself beyond even his restraint. Taking her like this, so that she had to know he was staking a claim, threatened to burst his heart right in his chest.
“Next time, I’m coming with you,” he promised.
“Please. Need it. Feels so good when you come in me. Makes it stop.” Ellie’s speech was fragmented, spoken in spurts as he rocked her body against the blanket.
He didn’t quite understand what she meant, but he figured there’d be time for clarification later. As if the promise alone of his release was enough to inspire her final orgasm, she went stiff beneath him. Her entire body gathered, froze and then seized.
She screamed his name so loudly it echoed off the lake, shattering the stillness of the afternoon.
Before she’d finished spasming, he withdrew his cock.
Lucas couldn’t say what made him do it, except maybe the possessive streak he didn’t know he had, which reared its head right then. He rolled Ellie onto her back then pumped his cock, his fist flying over the impossibly engorged length of his shaft.
She rose onto her elbows and smiled at him then cupped her breasts, making the perfect canvas.
Lucas roared as his climax hit. He jacked himself as his balls gathered then launched streams of semen from his cock. He used the opalescent fluid to paint himself all over her front from her mound to her chest and even rained a few drops on her swollen mouth.
And that was when he saw it.