by Brandi Evans
She tended his cock with her hands too, rapid semicircular pumps to the part of him too bulky to fit into her mouth. He loved the way her lips caressed him, as if the act turned her on as much as it got him off.
Her incredible mouth worked him, hot and perfect. The moist friction she created threatened to do him in. He gripped her head with a tense hand, reminding himself to not force her deeper on his cock. Besides, what he truly wanted right now was to be buried tight and deep in her pussy.
“Lyndi, sweetheart… Come here,” he groaned, tugging her up by her hair. “I want to be inside you when I come undone.”
With one last lingering suck, she released his length and pushed to her hands and knees. She peered at him through dark lashes. “You were inside me,” she teased, desire darkening her voice.
Sweet Heaven, I love you.
The words almost blurted from his mouth but thanks to the emotional clog in his throat, they lodged somewhere near his heart.
He swallowed hard. “You know what I meant.”
Laughing, she pushed herself from the mattress and shed her jeans, her underwear. His gaze zeroed in on the lower part of her abdomen, just above her thatch of curls. A linear, crisscrossing tattoo stretched the length of taut skin above her mons. The lines of colors and shapes were very intimate, very eye-catching, like a neon sign saying look at me, touch me…
Lick me.
Too bad the last time he’d done that very thing it had been pitch black.
“Nice,” he said, pointing to the tat. “I bet your parents hate it.”
“This one,” she teased, turning to open the drawer of her nightstand and giving him a perfect view of her wet pussy, “they don’t know about.”
The sight of her spread cunt lips, damp and glistening with her juices, past ready for his cock to slide in nice and deep, exploded any other questions he might have had on the subject of tattoos. Mainly, where was the other one?
Turning onto his side, he reached forward and slid his fingertips along her dripping sex, wrenching a moan from Lyndi. She pressed backward and he slipped his middle finger inside her channel.
“Mmm…that feels nice,” she murmured.
He pressed another finger inside her. “Yeah?”
“Oh fuck yes.”
He wiggled his fingers. “But not as nice as it’ll feel when my dick’s in there.”
“True.”
“Then why are you still over there when my cock is over here?”
Laughing, she crawled onto the bed, a foil package and some lube in her hands.
A tinge of disappointment tapped at his chest but he dismissed the unwanted emotion. Whether he could or couldn’t get her pregnant was pointless unless he could figure out a way to save her life. And he would find a way to save her.
Lyndi fumbled the foil package. She dropped it twice before finally getting the thing open, but her hands were steady as she positioned the latex at his tip and smoothed the rubbery ring down his sensitive erection.
He almost came right then and there. “Hurry damn it!”
She drizzled some lube over his tip then straddled him. Her legs strained as she lowered her pussy toward his waiting erection. The tip of his cock dipped into her ripe opening.
Her inner muscles clenched, as if remembering how much they’d been stretched last night. And holy shit, the sensation of her tightening around his glans sent a lightning strike of pure lust rocketing straight to his balls.
He was tired of playing around.
Seth grabbed one of her hands and tugged her forward with such force her palms smacked against the mattress on either side of his head as she caught herself. He grabbed her around the waist and pushed her back as he thrust his pelvis up and slid most of his length inside her channel with one glorious thrust.
“Seth,” she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.
Focusing only on her pleasure, he slid free and then pushed back inside her warmth until he was fully sheathed in her heat. And started thrusting.
He used his hands to force her hips down so her pussy met his cock head-on with each pounding stroke. Despite the frenzy in his mind and body, he managed to ground out a two-word question.
“Hurting you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her tits slapping against his chest as he fucked her, her breath jumping in and out of her mouth. “Feels…shit!” Her arms wobbled and she dropped to her elbows. “Feels good, Seth. Don’t stop, okay? Don’t—oh God!—don’t stop.”
Don’t stop? That he could manage.
Her mouth hovered just above his. He loved the way her breath slapped him as he forced her higher. He loved the way she gave herself to him, body and soul. He loved how perfectly their bodies fit while they were fucking.
No, not fucking. Loving. Yes, loving.
Fiery pleasure burned in his balls. Shit. Lyndi was near climax too, if those sexy little sounds leaking from her mouth were any indication.
He kept slamming his cock home. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Seth, I…I—oh God!” she screamed, throwing her head back like a wild animal howling at the moon.
Her inner muscles seized around him, a super-snug vise gripping his dick as he pumped his arms faster, shoving her surrendering body back to meet his cock with even more fury. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her face frozen in pleasure’s relentless grip.
He wanted to keep watching her, to memorize every nuance of her beautiful face—dropped jaw, eyes squinted, pulse thundering in her beautiful neck—but his own climax raged in his balls. His pleasure grew hotter and hotter with each pounding plunge until he exploded.
Back arched, body rigid, his reality became a narrow tunnel where nothing existed but the intense pleasure he and Lyndi had created. Bright, blinding lights flashed behind his eyes. What the hell?
With a stab of fear, he realized the light wasn’t coming from behind his eyes. He was glowing. Just like he’d done last night.
Shit, it was only a matter of time before Lyndi noticed—and didn’t dismiss the phenomenon like she’d done last night—that he turned into a friggin’ glow stick every time she made him come.
“Seth,” Lyndi breathed, her breath hot against his neck as she lay on top of him, her body limp. “I swear I see stars every time we make love. Bright, bright stars. I like it though.” She kissed his neck. “I like you. A lot. Does that scare you?”
He spoke the complete truth. “It terrifies me.”
“Terrifies?” She kept her face hidden. “Is it because of what I said last night, about possibly getting pregnant because we forgot to use a condom?”
Did she start speaking a different language? “What are you talking about, Lyn?”
She pushed onto her elbows and looked at him. “I was afraid my mention of the word pregnancy freaked you out, that the thought of commitment—”
“No, no, no.” He cradled her face in his hands. “I’m not scared of committing to you.” And he wasn’t. He was pissed he’d never be able to commit to her. Or anything else.
She didn’t seem convinced. “So last night, when you bolted within thirty seconds of me mentioning the p-word, that was what? Coincidence?”
His mind drifted back to last night. Fuck him. She was right. Not four seconds after Lyndi had had her potential pregnancy scare, he’d remembered about Michaels. Seth could imagine how his sudden departure must have looked to her.
He’d probably come across as a complete asshole. Had another man broken her heart that way in response to some sort of pregnancy scare? Left her when she mentioned wanting a baby—or, Heaven forbid, when she actually found out she was pregnant?
He spoke quickly, hoping to reassure her. “At one point today, I found myself wondering about what it would be like to have a child with you. And you know what? The idea didn’t really frighten me that much. How’s that for scary?”
She didn’t say anything, but the expression in her eyes told him everything. She didn’t think his words w
ere frightening at all. In fact, she might want that some time in the future.
The future…
Fucking Fate! If he didn’t find a way to save her life, she didn’t have any future to look forward to at all.
Fingertips against her jaw, he pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her slowly. Scrupulously. Their relationship might have been doomed from the beginning, but he wanted her to know, right here and now, how much he cared about her. How much he wanted her.
How much he loved her.
When she pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Shit, he wanted to make love to her again and if given the chance, he’d probably never stop.
“Speaking of babies,” he said, his voice deep as he tilted his pelvis against hers, where their bodies were still joined. “I’d better get cleaned up or we’re going to double our chances at the whole parenthood thing.”
She laughed and, careful to grip the base of his semi-flaccid cock, moved oh-so-slowly off him and plopped onto her back. The grimace on her face as she’d moved struck him with a pang of remorse. Damn it, his aggression had hurt her, much more than she’d let on.
“I hurt you,” he murmured, easing her knees apart and cupping his palm over her slick core, as if his touch could somehow take away the pain.
“No,” she started then immediately stopped. “Okay, fine, the sex was a little…violent. It was also please-God-let-him-fuck-me-’til-the-end-of-time good.”
“Lyn—”
She pressed one finger against his mouth and the other over his hand, where he held her intimately. “You’re big and you’re physical. I’m going to have to get used to your, ah, prowess if we’re going to be together. My body will adjust to yours. Don’t worry, and don’t feel guilty. You did ask me if you were hurting me but I told you not to stop. If it’s anyone’s fault I’m sore now, it’s mine but…”
That slow, sexy smile he adored curved her lips and his dick took immediate notice.
She drew the tip of her index finger over his lips. “If you, ya know, still feel guilty later and want to kiss it and make it better, I won’t stop you.”
A smile spreading on his own face, he leaned in and kissed her, her lips, her neck, her breasts and back up again. He didn’t want to stop—especially with Lyndi moving his hand so he petted her hooded clit—but he had to. Much more of this and he’d be trying to slide deep and tight into her body again, but Lyndi needed a bit more recovery time before he invited his cock in for an erotic play date.
Maybe they could play together in some other ways.
“Don’t move, Lyn.” He peeled off the spent condom and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed then changed positions so his head rested by her lower thigh, his own legs stretched out by her head.
“Seth, what are you—”
“Giving you the TLC you wanted.”
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at him. “I didn’t meant right now.”
“But I want to right now.”
He draped her left leg around his waist and was rewarded with a spectacular spread-eagle view of her red, swollen pussy. And another tattoo. A lily on her inner thigh, plain but dick-hardening sexy.
He traced one of the “leaves” with his fingertips. “Do your parents know about this one?”
“Yeah. Hard to hide this one in a bikini, and seeing as how we live on the beach…”
Smiling, he tapped the leg that wasn’t resting across his body. “Bend this knee. Foot flat on the mattress. More. About a ninety degree angle. Perfect. Now rest your knees as wide as you can.”
“Seth—”
“Just do it, Lyn. You won’t be disappointed. Trust me.”
She relaxed against the mattress again, letting her legs fall wide.
Damn! He sent a silent prayer to the Heavens. Please let her stay like this for the rest of time.
Her cunt was practically pressing into his face. He kissed the tat on the inside of her thigh, ran his tongue along the crevice where her torso met her leg. She smelled of sex and latex.
He couldn’t stop himself from taking a taste of her passion. With barely there swipes of his tongue, he drew the muscle’s tip along the outer edge of her wide-open slit, working his way to the swollen mound at the apex of her pussy.
She tensed. “Easy, Seth. Everything’s still supersensitive down there.”
He could imagine. “Tell me if anything I do hurts or is uncomfortable—like you just did. Don’t lie this time.”
“Will do.” Laughter floated down her body. “Maybe…”
Shaking his head, he used his thumb and index finger to spread her wide. “Now lie back and relax, okay?”
“With your face all up in my pussy? Yeah, relaxing will be the last thing I’ll be doing.”
Don’t count on it, sweetheart.
“Just breathe deeply, Lyn.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her core. “And tell me what you normally do to relax.”
“Not this.”
“Lyn…”
“Okay. Okay.” She took a deep breath. Let it out. “To relax, I like to take a canvas to the deck at my parents’ house or to the landing near the Redemption Bay Lighthouse and paint representations of anything I see along the water. Anything that catches my attention.”
“Good.” He kissed her left labia, her right. “Tell me more about this process.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Nope.” His tongue snaked between her lips, circling her clit.
Her thighs tightened, back arched and she cursed under her breath. But she managed to find the will to continue.
“Well, I never, uh, paint anything the same way twice. Too many v-variables affecting me. Sometimes, the sun’s rising. Sometimes, it’s s-setting. Sometimes, there’s a storm brewing on the horizon. And sometimes, it’s just the, the angle from which I’m viewing the subject. It’s all so…freeing. I don’t concentrate on making it pretty. Every once and a while, I simply close my eyes and paint whatever I see in my head.”
By the time her words fell away, her breath had turned even, her words catching less often. Definitely relaxing—just not enough. “Close your eyes now, sweetheart and paint me a verbal picture of what you’re seeing right now.”
Her laugh echoed with increasing arousal. His cock filled with need again too. From her words or her smell? Probably both.
“The picture’s mostly images and colors,” she said, “nothing concrete. Kind of like the lovechild of a Monet and a Picasso. Blurry brushstrokes of abstract images, dissected and reassembled. There are lots and lots of lights too, bright, vivid colors that keep getting brighter and brighter as I get more and more aroused.”
Bright lights and sex? Hmm…
Had she always related brightness with sex? Or were these images a recent occurrence because he kept glowing every time he had a damn orgasm?
Her lazy hand found his cock and wrapped around his semi-erection, pumping him in time with the languid laps of his tongue on her intimate flesh. He should tell her to stop, that this little exercise was for her alone.
He didn’t.
Her breathing turned ragged again. Her hips moved in rhythm to his mouth. “The light’s getting bright now, Seth. Very…very…bright.”
Tell me about it.
She stroked him faster, bringing him to the verge of climax too. Keep your eyes closed, he willed her, afraid she’d finally see him in full-on lightning-bug mode.
He licked her clit then sucked the bud into his mouth. Her entire body tightened when her orgasm broke.
He exploded too, cum spurting from his cock as she massaged him, the hot seed turning into much-needed lubricant. And all the while, he kept suckling her, slurping at her liquid pleasure until they both crumpled onto the mattress. Laughing and spent.
* * * * *
“Damn, these are good.”
Soul-shattering sex with Lyndi followed by decadent blueberry muffins—muffins they ate in bed, both still naked—Seth could get used to this.
“Told ya,” Lyndi said, leaning over and shoving the last bite of her muffin into his mouth. “Betty’s Bakery makes the best blueberry muffins. Their banana nut is good too. Maybe we could pick up some of those for breakfast tomorrow. Or cinnamon buns. Very good and very messy. I promise I’ll help lick you clean.”
His chest hitched and he leaned in and kissed her—it was either that or start crying. She spoke of a future they couldn’t have—unless he called Kaia, made whatever deal she wanted.
Just a little quid pro quo.
He didn’t know what kind of offer Kaia would make, but it didn’t matter. He’d broken Code in a gallant, yet unnecessary, effort to save Lyndi when she was little more than a pretty face.
Now that he loved her, what lengths wouldn’t he go to to save her?
Please, Lord. Take me instead.
A sharp twinge seized the muscles between his shoulder blades, as hot and excruciating as Hell’s fire.
“Fuck!” He jumped back from Lyndi’s arms, flinging his legs over the side of the bed. It felt as if an animal’s claws had sunk into his flesh. From the inside.
“Seth?” Lyndi’s panicked voice cut into the haze of pain, her palms on his back. “What happened, sweetheart?”
“My back,” he answered through clenched teeth, the throb sending rivulets of pain down his arms. “Cramp between my shoulder blades.”
Her hands were on the tender spot in an instant, working the muscles and kneading the knots. He’d known pleasure in this body was intense. Apparently pain was too.
What had caused it?
“Better?” she asked, her voice still concerned.
“Yeah. Thanks.” He rolled his shoulders. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Weird.
“No problem.” She scooted closer, her naked breasts flattening against his back, and wrapped her arms around him. “Does this happen often?”
“No,” he answered. “First time.”