Sexiest damn thing ever.
“How is the pain? Like on a scale from one to ten?”
He reached out with his good hand and laid it lightly on her hip then smiled up at her. “With you bending over like that, it’s a one. I don’t feel anything.”
She gave him a playful swat on his good shoulder. “I think that might be your pain meds kicking in. They gave you some pretty decent stuff.”
“I think it’s you.” He ran his hand up her torso but before he got to feel the weight of her lovely, rounded mounds in his palms, she stood up.
Standing in front of him with her fists on her hips like a frustrated or determined kid, she let out a long and drawn out sigh. “Lance, are you kidding me? Stop trying to get something started. You are in absolutely no state.”
He shot a significant look down at his lap, where there was ample evidence to the contrary. “Are you sure about that? It looks to me like I’m in the perfect state.”
She followed his gaze and her eyes widened. “How is that possible? With the pain, and the meds? How are you even thinking about that right now?”
The evidence just kept piling up—she really did have no idea how mother fucking sexy she was, and the effect that she had on him.
Well, he was about to make yet another attempt to show her.
He trailed his fingertips up the outsides of her thighs, keeping his eyes locked on her expressive face so that he could watch as the waves of pleasure started rolling over it. He loved that, seeing the first moments when she began to surrender herself to the inevitable, to let go and lose herself in it.
When he continued on to her inner thigh and then up to the apex between them, her eyes closed and she tilted her head back a little bit. He started rubbing her through her jean shorts and her breathing became shallower and faster and he could see the pulse on her neck speed up. Before long, it seemed that her heart was thumping like a jackrabbit.
Wanting to keep all of those feelings going, and make sure she stayed deep in them, he slid his hand back around to her ass and cupped it, squeezing it and pulling her down so that she was straddling him.
She drew in her breath sharply and instead of using his shoulders as leverage, her hands found his hair, she fisted her hands in it. He could feel her tremble. He had her in the palm of his hand, he knew it. She was on the edge of surrendering herself to pleasure. All he had to do was give her the slightest incentive.
He slid his hands underneath the hem of her shirt and raked them slowly over her bare skin, reveling in the goose flesh that rose in the wake of his touch.
She breathed out long and slow and he could tell that the threshold had been crossed. She, just like him, was going to set aside her reservations and give in to pleasure.
Sure enough, only a few seconds later, she melted into his arms, her entire body turning to mush, every muscle becoming putty in his hands. He liked the feel of it, her form becoming so pliable underneath his touch. It made him feel powerful, like a potter molding clay. Very soft, warm, beautiful clay.
She leaned forward and kissed his neck then his ear, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m scared it’s going to rip your stitches. Or cause you way too much pain.”
“I want to do this,” he said as his fingers deftly unhooked her bra.
“Are you sure? Because the last thing I need is you passing out on me and having to call an ambulance and explain what happened. That’s not a good look.”
He grinned up at her, the fire in his eyes burning into hers. “Anything on you is a good look. I’ll be fine. Even if I’m not, I need you.”
She cocked her head to the side. “So you’re saying that the sex means more to you than the pain?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
She considered it for a moment before saying, “Yeah, I can cosign on that.”
He laughed and, before he could say anything else, she stood and began stripping out of her clothes. When she was totally naked, he started to unbutton his pants with his good hand.
She stopped him. “Uh uh.” She paused to let a wicked smile take hold. “I don’t want you re-injuring yourself doing something I can do.”
With that, she dropped to her knees in front of him and got to work undressing him, her deft fingers working hard at unfastening his jeans and pulling them—along with his boxer briefs—down over his massive erection.
Her eyes widened when she saw it, and she breathed out slowly. He felt the air she pushed out waft over the sensitive head of his dick, and he leaned his head back into the couch cushions and moaned. God, even that small stimulation was almost too much to take.
She laughed low in her throat, the sound causing his erection to get even more rock solid than it already was. “Damn, cowboy. If you think that feels good, wait until you see what’s coming next.”
With that, she leaned down and slipped her mouth around his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip several times, until finally he was finding it very difficult not to just nut in her mouth right then. That had never been his thing, but fuck—if Leah was going to keep using her tongue to make his dick feel this good, it wasn’t going to be very long until it became his thing.
She slid her mouth slowly down his shaft, then pulled back and repeated the process…then did it again. And again. And again, and again, and on and on until he felt like his head was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of it…he just wasn’t quite sure which head.
Damn. When the bullet had torn through his shoulder, he’d been struck by the fact that he might die, and he’d fought to stay alive. But right here, right now—with Leah’s mouth enveloping his dick and moving up and down in the sexiest rhythm imaginable—his only thought was that if he died now, he would happily surrender to his fate.
* * *
Leah felt completely satisfied and filled up, and Lance wasn’t even inside her yet.
Well…he was. But not inside the part of her that she usually associated with feeling satisfied and filled up.
That was how it seemed to be with Lance, though. Nothing about him was something found in her usual playbook. He was a different breed of man than she’d ever encountered before and that was something that scared her and thrilled her all at the same time.
He’d gotten under her skin in a way that no one had ever done before. Hell, in a way that she hadn’t even thought was possible. But here they were.
Sliding her mouth over his throbbing member over and over, up and down, again and again, she was completely mesmerized by the rhythm that they created together. She couldn’t get enough.
She felt herself speeding up, and it honestly felt more like something that was happening to her rather than something she was doing, like the increase in the pace of her mouth’s movements was caused by some sort of outside force rather than her own will.
If she was totally honest with herself, a lot of things with Lance had felt that way to her. Ever since she’d met him, part of her had been in some kind of dream state where she watched herself doing things and saying things, instead of taking control and doing and saying what she normally would.
Hey, she figured—maybe that was for the best though. After all, her normal way of doing things had never gotten her very far. And however it was that she’d reached this place with Lance, she couldn’t argue with the result. She was exactly where she wanted to be, and with the exact person she wanted to be with.
Lance’s fingers entwined themselves in her hair and he guided the progress of her mouth up and down his shaft. She liked it when he was kind of controlling like that. It was hot, just to sit back and enjoy being told exactly what he wanted, whether those instructions and commands were made with words or with actions.
She had spent so much of her life having to be on top of things—no pun intended—and it felt so freaking good to be taken care of for a change, rather than being in charge and responsible for her own pleasure. Although she’d been up to the task, it was nice to be relieved of her duties.
Leah slid her hands up his thighs so that she could cup his balls, working them at the same time that she sucked his dick. It was a rush to have the kind of power that she did at that moment.
It occurred to her that what made that moment so damn hot was the exact thing that made everything work so well between her and Lance. The balance.
She loved the fact that he was taking control of the rhythm of her mouth on his dick. That was his power, him being in charge. And she was more than happy to follow his lead. But at the same time, there was the element of her being in charge, in control, and he got just as big of a thrill out of that as she did.
With him being who he was, and her being who she was, there was no way it could’ve ever worked if they hadn’t had that natural yin and yang back and forth flow together. She knew that.
Just when she was really getting into the situation and locking in her timing, Lance gave a low, rasping growl and yanked her head up from his lap.
“Fuck, that felt so good, baby. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer,” he moaned.
She smiled. “Well, it’s a good thing that’s not going to be necessary,” she said.
He returned the grin and reached down for his pants. She knew he was going for his wallet so he could pull a condom out, and the movement made him cringe with pain, she put a hand on his good shoulder and pushed him back against the couch cushions.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m taking care of everything today. All you have to do is sit back and let me do all the work. And, of course, appreciate it. Because it’s a once in a lifetime offer. As soon as you’re back to being a hundred percent, you’re taking over as captain of this pleasure cruise.”
“Captain, huh?” he smirked. “I like that.”
She fished the condom out and unwrapped it, then made a long, slow production of rolling it down over his cock. A fire burned in his eyes as he watched her. She guessed it didn’t really hurt that she was naked as a jaybird. As hot as it was to watch a girl roll a condom down over your dick, she imagined it must be ten times hotter to watch a naked girl roll a condom down over your dick. Like the naked icing on the condom cake.
As soon as she’d finished applying the condom, she straightened and stood, then placed her legs on either side of Lance’s bare thighs. She straddled him and then reached between them, grabbing his cock to line it up with her pulsing, wet slit. She pushed his engorged head inside of her and her opening clamped around him holding him in place.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
“That’s the plan.” She smiled as she placed her hand on the back of the couch over his bum shoulder so she would remember not to lean on it for support, and burying the other in his lush hair.
Gripping the couch cushion for all she was worth, she lowered herself further down his member, going slow and savoring every moment. Her eyes were locked on where they were intimately connected and she watched his dick disappear into her. He grabbed onto her hip with his good arm, burying his strong fingers in her flesh and making her feel as tiny and petite and adorable as a china doll.
Damn. People liked to talk shit about her hand obsession, but now she knew exactly how right she’d been, so fuck all that noise! It was worth it. She’d never been more convinced of that than she was at that moment.
When she lowered herself all the way down, he filled her to the brim. She paused and squeezed as hard as she could, letting her inner muscles embrace him. He moaned and dug his fingers in even further, and she felt a wave of lightheadedness wash over her that threatened to make her pass out.
God, it was all so incredible when he was inside her. It was like it made the whole world fall into place. Everything in her life made sense, and she was consumed with the most incredible security that it didn’t matter what was wrong, it would all be just fine. The only thing she had to do was trust.
She started her trip up and down Lance’s dick, and it was even better than it had been in the past. She thought that maybe it was because they were so connected now, not just physically (they’d never had a problem in that area), but also emotionally. So many of the walls she’d had up the other times they’d been together were either completely obliterated, or fast in the process of crumbling. Or maybe it was the near death experience that they’d shared.
It let her be so much more open, which not only made her heart feel amazing, but also her lady parts. Nice side benefit.
The friction created as she moved faster and faster on his steel rod heated her entire body. She was completely flushed from head to toe, and she loved it—it was like being on fire.
Lance slid his hands up from her hips to her waist, then further up her torso until he was cupping her breasts, one after the other, and playing with her nipples as she rode him.
The magnitude that the extra stimulation caused increased her pleasure by a thousand percent. It was more intense than she would’ve ever predicted. It gave her the illusion that Lance was everywhere on and in her body—inside her, touching her, kissing her, licking her. Adoring her.
“Touch yourself,” He rasped. “Rub your clit while you ride me.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she teased breathlessly as she slid her hand down between their bodies and stimulated her hard, swollen pleasure center as she rode him. She knew that it would bring about an almost instantaneous orgasm, and that had both a downside and an upside. The downside, of course, was that it would shorten the encounter. Never great.
But even though she wanted to do this forever, to stay suspended in this moment forever, she also didn’t want to wear Lance out.
She let her fingers dance over the distended flesh, matching the rhythm of her circles with the rhythm she was using to bounce up and down on Lance’s cock, and then he got into the game by syncing up the rhythm of his fingers playing with her nipples with hers to the south.
She looked down, eyes wide and clear, and met his gaze. “Are you close?” she gasped, and he gave a quick and decisive nod in answer.
She grinned. “Good. Because so am I.”
With that, she leaned her head back and surrendered to the freight train of an orgasm that was speeding toward her, letting it smash into her and carry her away as she heard the strangled cries that let her know that Lance was doing the exact same thing.
As soon as she drifted back to reality, she pushed off the back of the couch to get up. But Lance wrapped his arm around her and pulled him to her. “Don’t. Stay right here. Just for a little bit.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she breathed against his neck.
She’d gladly stay right there. Forever.
Chapter 26
Lance snatched his duffel bag out from the closet and threw it on the chair in the corner of Leah’s bedroom. He grabbed his shirts and jeans from the two drawers he occupied and threw them in, not even bothering to fold them. He’d always been meticulous when he packed, but not today. Today he was just throwing shit in his bag.
“Hey!” Leah came around the corner, a sweet smile lighting up her beautiful face. “How did it go at the doctor?”
That morning Leah had offered to take Lance to the doctor for his follow-up visit, but he’d insisted on going alone. He’d been out of the hospital for a week and she’d been trying to wait on him hand and foot. As much as he appreciated her support and help, he also had a difficult time accepting it. He wasn’t used to people doing things for him and he didn’t feel comfortable with it. He was the one who took care of people, not the other way around.
She’d been upset that he wouldn’t let her drive him and insisted on taking an Uber. But, after the news he’d gotten he was glad he had.
“I can’t tattoo anymore,” he stated bluntly finding no reason to sugar coat anything.
“What?” She took a step back as if the news had slapped her in the face as the color drained from it. “No. Why?”
He understood her reaction, since he’d had the exact same one. After the doctor gave him his diagnosis he’d just sat s
ilently and listened in disbelief while the man explained in detail why his life was over. He hadn’t said a single word. When the doctor was done with his spiel, he’d taken the pamphlets he’d been offered and left.
“There’s nerve damage in my shoulder.” He gave her the short version of his prognosis.
“Can’t they do an operation or something?”
“They suggested physical therapy.”
“Great!” Leah perked up, the flush on her cheeks returning. “I know the head of the physical therapy department at the hospital. Her name is Krista Sloan. She’s amazing. You’re going to love her—”
“I’m not staying here,” he cut her off gruffly.
For the first time since she entered the room her eyes shot down to his leather duffel bag that sat open with clothes piled in it. “Wait. What are you doing? Where are you going?”
“I’m packing and going home.” He went into the bathroom and grabbed his toiletries.
Her eyes widened. “When?”
“Now.”
“You’re going back to Florida now?”
“Yes.”
“But what about your bike?” She moved so she was standing in the doorway blocking his path. “The doctor said you can’t ride yet.”
“I rented a car and I’m hauling it.”
“What about physical therapy? Don’t you at least want to try?”
“There’s only ten percent chance that PT will even work.”
“But you have to try. You can be the ten percent. The hospital has an incredible PT department. And I can work on exercises with you at home. And then—”
“This is not my home!” he snapped and immediately regretted it when he saw the look on her face.
Just like when she’d heard his diagnosis, she took a step back. Her eyes dropped to the floor and he wanted, more than anything, to apologize for speaking to her that way. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t mean to hurt her. That he would never hurt her. But those were just words, and words were cheap. He didn’t live by words; he lived by actions. And right now he didn’t trust himself not to hurt her again. So, he needed to leave.
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