by Lily Harlem
His piercing blue eyes settled on hers, and without a word he stood and held a cup of water to her lips. Eliza swallowed gratefully, her mouth still salty from the semen she’d sucked from his cock a few hours ago.
A trickle of water ran down her chin and he caught it on the pad of his thumb and drew it to his own lips. After taking it into his mouth he asked, “Are you ready to admit what you feel for me?”
Eliza shook her head and tried to cross her legs but couldn’t. She remembered that her ankles were also tethered to the bedposts. Her poor, ravished pussy was exposed to the cool air and available for him to tease to the point of climax then leave her hanging whenever he wanted. Whenever the mood took him.
“Hest,” she pleaded. “You know it could never work between us, we are too different, what you are asking of me is pointless.”
“No, it isn’t,” he growled, “don’t say that.” A muscle in his jaw flexed and relaxed. Eliza knew this was not a good sign.
I snuggled my head down on the pillow and flicked forward a couple of pages, wanting to skip their discussion about how he could make things work for them. Hest had it all figured out, Eliza just needed to give herself up to him. I adored Hest now. The first time I’d read the book I’d been unsure, but now I knew the ending, his drastic actions and raw determination were all the more appealing.
Yawning loudly, I carried on reading.
Eliza didn’t know if she could take another ride to the brink of orgasm. Hest had been teasing and tormenting her at the edge of ecstasy for so long, it was a dark, desperate pleasure so intense, so extreme that she didn’t know if her heart could physically take it.
He kissed her again, roughly, savagely as his hips pounded. His cock was so deep, so hard, despite the fact he had climaxed several times in the last few hours. It was as though he would never get enough of her, like he wanted to get inside of her, be a part of her. She knew how he felt, it was how she felt, she could admit it to herself, but what was the point of admitting it to him? They could never be together.
“Hest,” she cried around his mouth when he suddenly stopped just as she was about to come. “Please. Why are you torturing us both like this?”
“Say it,” he growled. “Say you love me, say you will be mine for all of time.”
Eliza screwed up her eyes, bit down on her lip, tasted blood. She clamped her pussy muscles around him and shifted her hips, desperate for more pressure on her clit.
He withdrew and shimmied down her body, dragged at the knots on her ankles and the next thing she knew, he’d flipped her onto her stomach, her cheek squashed into the soft pillow and her large breasts flattened beneath her. “Mmff, Hest…what are you doing?” she managed as her forearms crossed over one another.
“You are one damn stubborn lady but you met your match when you met me,” he whispered harshly into her ear. “You should never have taken me up on that drink six months ago. Chatting to strangers in dark bars after midnight will only get you into trouble.”
Boy, was that a truth if ever Eliza had heard one.
He wrapped his hands around her hips and forged into her from behind. The head of his cock pounded against her G-spot, tunneling in deeper than she could ever imagine he’d go.
She cried out at the mix of pain/pleasure and he quickly released her right hip and clamped his hand over mouth.
“Keep it quiet, my darling,” he growled, his breath hot and hard in her ear. “We don’t want anyone to raise an alarm and spoil our fun, not when I have this room booked out for the next two weeks if need be.”
Eliza whimpered as an orgasm sped toward her again. She needed it so badly. He had to let her take it this time. Because two weeks of this erotic torture, of not being allowed to come but being within reach of ecstasy, oh god, she would surely die of frustration.
My body was heavy with exhaustion, my eyelids a struggle to keep open. Shane had been gone longer than I thought. I shrugged off the robe and slipped my legs beneath the covers, it was warm and cozy and the sheets were made of the finest cotton.
“Say it and I will let you orgasm. I know how much you like it like this, Eliza, only I know, only I truly understand what your horny little body needs. Only I can give you what you need for the rest of your life.”
Eliza opened her mouth behind his hand, the words sat heavy on her tongue. They were the truth, she loved him, she could hold it in no longer. “Yes,” she said in a muffled voice. “Yes, Hest, I do.”
His hand lifted and his lips pressed onto her ear. “Say it,” he growled, pulling his cock out and thrusting back in. Farther than ever before and drawing the orgasm tantalizingly within reach.
“Yes, Hest, I love you. I love you so much.”
“And you want me, you want to be my wife.” His voice was strained and his body a slab of solid concrete over her.
“Yes, I want to be your wife, yes, please, let me come, I’m yours.”
“Forever?”
“Yes, forever.”
Their shout of combined ecstasy rang around the room, rattling the glass chandelier and echoing into the bathroom. Eliza gave herself up to every spasm and tremor Hest tore from her. Absorbed every pounding jerk of his body, knowing that she was no longer lying to herself. She had been stubborn, she had even been foolish. There was no denying they were made for one another. Hest was the only man who made her crazy with lust, drunk with desire and loopy with love.
* * * * *
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
I peeled open my eyes. Shane sat in bed next to me, propped up on pillows and sipping from a white mug. He had my laptop on his knees.
“Did you sleep well?” He grinned. “Not that I need to ask, you were out like a light when I got back and apart from a few cute little murmurs and twitches you barely moved all night.”
Glancing at the digital clock—8:39—I wriggled upright. “Sorry,” I said, pushing a hand through my hair. It must look shocking. It had been damp when I’d gone to bed.
He leaned over and pressed a coffee-infused kiss to my lips. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispered. “You had a busy evening.” He smiled. “And I’m sure we’ll make use of some of these condoms before we have to check out.”
My heart sank. Shit. Of course. It was morning, which meant my one-night stand was over.
How could I have fallen asleep and wasted all that sexy, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
“I bumped into Derek in the restroom,” Shane said, rubbing his index finger over his dark stubble. “He caught me in the act of emptying all my pound coins into the machine.”
There was a slight rise of color on Shane’s cheeks as he nodded at three boxes of condoms on the dresser. The top pack read, “Ribbed For Her Pleasure”.
“Oh,” I said. “And…?”
“After giving me the weirdest look he said he needed to talk to me, that he would call me over the holidays.” Shane put down his coffee and turned to me. “Would he be pissed that we hooked up?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so. But how would he know it was me you were buying those for?”
Shane grinned. “Because last time he saw you, honey, he’d just passed you into my arms.”
“Oh, yes.” I smiled as memories of dancing with Shane flooded my mind. It had been wonderful, so had afterward, back here. “I guess he’s just a bit protective of me. I’ve worked there since I was eighteen. We’re good friends, but I’m sure it’s nothing, he probably wants to chat to you about Safe as Houses.”
“Mmm, yeah, probably.” Shane sighed, got out of bed and, gloriously naked, strolled to the desk where a kettle was set with cups and condiments. “You want coffee?”
I stared at his pert butt and long lean back, desperately hoping he’d start getting his money’s worth out of those condoms soon—we had only a couple of hours until checkout.
“Er, yes, please, coffee would be great.” Tearing my gaze from his backside, I glanced at the laptop. It was on the second-to-last page of Stolen and Seduced.
My breath hitched.
Oh damn, did I leave it on?
“Have you been awake long?” I asked.
“Yeah, ages, I couldn’t sleep after seeing Derek, my mind was whirring, plus I didn’t want to miss out if you happened to wake up.”
“And what have you been doing, while I was out for the count?”
He turned and the sinewy muscles beneath the skin on his back stretched and pulled taut. “I’ve been reading.”
I gulped. “What? I…um…what have you been reading?” Surely not my erotic romance stories, surely not Stolen and Seduced. I would die of embarrassment. What would he think of my taste in raunchy fiction?
“Whatever it was you’d been reading before you fell asleep. I hit ‘beginning’ and read the whole thing, well, apart from the last couple of pages but I can pretty much figure out the end now.” He held up a sachet of sugar.
I shook my head and tugged the duvet up over my naked breasts.
“It’s a great book,” he said, walking over with the steaming mug.
I tried to avert my eyes from his semi-erect cock, unsure of what “morning-after-the-night-before” etiquette was.
“The guy was a rough diamond, wasn’t he? I wasn’t sure to start with if Eliza really liked him or not, but it was well written the way she kept having flashbacks to their previous meetings, and how she knew she was falling for him even though she didn’t want to. It was really clever.”
Taking the coffee he handed me, I nodded.
Shane slipped back into bed, his face full of enthusiasm. “And I loved the hotel room they were in. It was a bit like this one.” He glanced around. “Well, maybe a bit more modern but the story could almost have been set here, couldn’t it?”
“Mmm, yeah, I guess.” I sipped my coffee, surprised by Shane’s apparent enjoyment of my “girly” e-book.
“And it was hot, blimey, there were no descriptions left out and that author has one hell of an imagination, doesn’t he?”
“She.”
“Sorry, she.”
I smiled. “You really enjoyed it?”
He took my coffee and set it aside. When his gaze caught mine, his eyes were sparkling. “Yeah, probably a bit too much, it’s made me horny as hell.”
In one swift movement, he dragged me down the bed and plonked on top of me. I gasped as his mouth connected with mine and his now very hard cock nudged at my thigh. “So if it is okay with you, Ashley,” he whispered, peppering kisses over my lips and onto my cheek, “I’m going to make sweet, morning love to you and savor every tiny whimper and gasp your delectable body produces.”
“Sounds like a great plan,” I murmured, wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs. My pussy was already wet for him, my nipples tingling as they pressed up against his hairy pectoral muscles.
“Just let me reach one of those condoms.” He stretched sideways. Fiddled with a pack then sat back on his heels, the duvet bunching around his butt. He tore the wrapper and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. It was red latex and the color made his erection appear all the more flushed, angry almost. He glanced at me watching. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have time to use a ribbed one if you want that experience too.”
Nodding, because I certainly did want that experience, I hoped I’d still be able to accommodate his girth in the light of day. Last night I’d been softened by champagne and high on lust. Not that I wasn’t high on lust now, I just prayed that we would still fit.
“Relax, honey,” he murmured, leaning over me, fisting his cock and directing it at my spread pussy. “You know how great it feels when I’m inside you, just let me in.” He pushed his hips forward and entered me an inch.
Gasping, I fluttered my eyes shut and willed myself to let him penetrate me. He was so damn big, so damn hard. Just the head of his cock made me feel full and tight.
“Just imagine Eliza taking Hest for that first time back in the hotel room,” he said in a strained voice. “She wanted it so bad, and even though she wouldn’t admit it he knew how much she needed them to join, and so to help her he just did this.” As Shane spoke he forged slowly but determinedly forward.
“Ah, ow…Shane,” I cried, gripping his shoulders.
“Eliza takes it all,” he ground out. “Every bit of Hest and he adores her for that doesn’t he? Loves the fact that she wants him so much even though it hurts at first.”
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” My pussy was gradually expanding, allowing his entry. And I was so wet, how had I gotten so wet for him so fast? It was like a tap had been turned on, my body reacting to his so basically and without cognitive thought.
He hooked his hand beneath my thigh, drew it upward so my knee touched above his hip and buried himself to the hilt. My sharp cry petered into a groan of edgy pleasure.
“Oh, honey, you feel so good,” he said, withdrawing and smoothing back in, expertly catching my clit and drawing it from its little folds of skin with his pubic bone.
“Oh god, so do you.” I slotted my fingers into his messy hair and held his face firm for a kiss. I needed to show him with my mouth, my tongue, how good he made me feel, how wonderful every tiny thing he did was, even if I gasped and whimpered.
He set up a perfect, steady rhythm, sliding in and out. Each time he hit maximum penetration, a little jolt of air shunted from my lungs. I could stay like this forever, with Shane inside me, loving me, showing me the way to heavenly bliss. He was the air that I breathed, everything in my vision was him. The beat of his heart vibrating against mine was the perfect, synchronized tempo. We were so connected, joined as one being. I needed nothing else, ever.
“Did the story turn you on too?” Shane asked breathily. “When you read it.”
I hesitated, struggling for coherent words. “Yes, yes it did.”
“Which bits?”
“I-I don’t know.”
Is this really a time for conversation?
“Yes you do, tell me.” He stilled, buried as deep as he could go. “Tell me, Ashley, which pages made you feel hot and bothered and dampened your knickers?”
I stared into his piercing gaze, felt as though I was looking into his soul and him into mine. I could only be honest. “I guess when she was first taken, when she knew it was the man she loved and who loved her but at the same time he was unpredictable…” I paused as my pussy clamped around his cock, relishing the fact he was so deep, so big and so hard inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Go on.”
“Unpredictable and, and dangerous, she didn’t think he’d hurt her but with a knife at her throat and the mood he was in it could go either way.”
Shane began to move again, building me up to bliss. “And you liked how he tied her up, teased her, used her for his own pleasure but denied her an orgasm.”
“Yes, yes, oh god, yes, I liked it. Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t but tell me, tell me, if I do this.” Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and yanked them above my head, pressed them hard into the pillow.
I grunted as his full weight hit my chest for a brief moment. Then he loomed above me, harnessing me beneath him. A new wave of exhilaration washed through me, I didn’t think I could feel any more turned-on but suddenly, again, I was dizzy with excitement.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, his eyes flashing. “You can go nowhere. Like Eliza, you’re trapped, my hostage, and I’m going to enjoy your body, take my pleasure.”
His handsome face twisted with dominance, power bled from his fingers into my wrists.
He hammered in and out, faster and faster as I clenched and bucked beneath him. My clit was being battered against his body, swelling and pulsing, taking everything he had to offer.
My climax claimed me. “Oh, oh, Shane, oh please, yes, that’s it.”
I peeled open my eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, watching as he arched his neck to the ceiling. “Fuck, what the hell are you doing to me?” he groaned, forcing his hips harder than ever between my inner thighs. It wa
s as though he wouldn’t be happy until he penetrated my diaphragm.
I couldn’t catch my breath, it was fast and wheezing. I was flying high, my hands, my body surrendered to Shane. His words, spoken in passion, were embedded in my ears, his face contorted with ecstasy now imprinted on my mind’s eye. He was the other half of me. Sparks flew between us, the heavens collided—we were destined for this moment.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he groaned, dropping his head to my neck. “That was awesome.”
“Yes, yes it was.” I pulled on my arms and he immediately released me, allowing me to wrap my hands around his shoulders and hold him tight. He scooped his forearms beneath my shoulders and pulled me close, holding me against his hot body as he panted.
We stayed like this, locked together and catching our breath for a long time. Eventually his cock softened and he lifted up, sliding from me.
My stomach growled.
He laughed and tugged off the condom. “I guess I ought to feed you. All that activity before breakfast has made you hungry.”
Smiling, I stretched my arms above my head again, adoring the comfortable way I could be with him, naked and satisfied. “Mmm, I guess you should, Mr. Closet Dominant.”
His face lit. “You,” he grinned, “are a naughty little virgin who shouldn’t know about all this stuff, and certainly shouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do.”
“I think we can safely say I am no longer a virgin, and I told you, I read a lot.”
He bent and kissed me lightly. “I like the stuff you read, it’s sexy as hell and yes, you’re right about the fact you’re definitely not a virgin anymore.” He paused. “And, honey, I will never, ever forget our night together. It’s been and still is, wonderful.”
Chapter Six
Shane reached for the phone and ordered breakfast in the room. I showered, quickly and alone, and pulled on the robe as he flicked through the news channels. It seemed the snow over the entire UK had been relentless overnight. Three feet deep in places with drifts up to six feet.
Breakfast arrived, a fabulous spread of smoked salmon, eggs and fresh fruit, another pot of coffee and a basket of croissants and Danish pastries. I tucked in eagerly as Shane reached for a white envelope balanced against two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.