by Lilly Hale
“There,” he said finally. He wiped away the remnants of the soap with a wet cloth, then sat back on his heels and gazed at his work. He made a strangled noise and Elise opened her eyes to look at him. His searing gaze was fixed between her legs, his eyes glittering dark and ravenous. “God damn, baby…” He groaned then choked out, “That’s the most beautiful cunny I’ve ever laid eyes on. Damn.”
Elise gave him a sultry smile and reached between her legs, her fingers freezing when they encountered nothing but bare skin. Eyes wide, she lifted up so she could look down at herself. “Oh my God, Rad! You shaved me completely bare?”
He only growled an answer, then his head was between her legs and he was kissing her naked flesh, his tongue gliding over her baby-smooth labia then nudging between to find her hot button. “Oh, fuck, Elise. I love this,” he murmured against her wet flesh. “God, you’re so smooth, so soft…” And so sensitive, Elise thought as she let her head drop back and her legs fall open. Without the hair, there was absolutely nothing between her skin and his mouth. She could feel every wet stroke of his tongue, every brush of his soft lips, every gust of breath tickling her sensitized nerve endings. It was too much. An orgasm roared through her, and she bucked so wildly against his mouth, he had to press his arms down over her hips to stay with her.
Then he knelt between her legs, practically ripping open his trousers to release his engorged shaft. “I’m going to fuck that naked little cunt now, darlin’. My cock’s going to slide into that tight cunny like a hot knife through butter.” Grabbing her under her knees, he pushed her thighs up high, practically to her chest, then out slightly, until she was completely and utterly open to him. He leaned over her and caught her mouth in a scorching kiss, then plunged his hard length smoothly into her body. Elise grunted at the sudden fullness, but her muscles stretched to accommodate him, her juices smoothing his way. He smiled against her mouth. “That’s it, baby, take it all. Do you want it hard? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes! Oh, yes, Rad, do it!”
He gave a dark laugh then shifted back to his knees. “That’s my girl. I am going to fuck you hard, but I’ll do it this way, so I don’t hurt your sore ribs.” He replaced his hands under her knees with her own. “Hold yourself open for me. That’s it. Oh, God, I can see everything, every inch of your sweet pussy as it swallows up my cock.” His hips began a punishing rhythm, slamming into her naked, vulnerable flesh as he held her labia open with his thumbs. “Oh, baby, your little button’s so swollen and hard.”
“Touch it. Touch it, please!” she begged, feeling the beginnings of another climax building within her. He caught her clit between his two thumbs, rolling and pinching, then pressed down firmly and rubbed as he pounded into her. Elise went off like a rocket, starbursts flashing behind her eyes, sparks sizzling down her spine to explode in her pussy as it clenched greedily around Rad’s thrusting cock. When she cried out, she heard Rad’s echoing shout, then felt him stiffen, felt him pulse within her, bathing her womb with his seed. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a silent groan of ecstasy, sweat running down his temples. He was so beautiful, a golden pagan god, and he was hers, forever.
When her wits returned, she realized Rad had not pulled out of her when he came. Her heart warmed. By spilling inside her, he was telling her without words that he was secure in their future together. He was fully comfortable with her carrying his child within her. Perhaps she already was.
They moved to the bed and cuddled for a long while before Rad fell asleep. Elise pressed a kiss to his slack lips, slipped out of bed and went to the lavatory to wash, then pulled on her dressing gown and went downstairs to check on Trey. She found him in his study, pen in hand, hunched over some papers.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted softly. “It’s almost eleven. Are you about ready to come to bed? We have a big day tomorrow.” He looked happy to see her, but he quickly shuffled the papers into a drawer as she approached, which she thought was a little weird, but decided to ignore it.
“I have a few more things I have to finish then I’ll be up.”
Bracing her hands on the arms of his chair, Elise leaned down to kiss him. “How much longer?” she murmured against his lips.
Trey returned her kiss. “Mm, maybe another hour.”
Elise sighed in disappointment. “Darn. I’ll be sound asleep by then and I kind of wanted to spend some time alone with you tonight. I have something to show you.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I really have to finish up with this before we leave tomorrow. It’s important.”
“I understand,” Elise answered then smiled. “I could show you right here, if you have time for a short break.” At his nod, she went back to the door and locked it, then turned to face him. She knew a devilish smile curved her lips and she could see Trey’s moment of recognition that his break from work was most likely going to involve sex.
His gaze sharpened and a slow smile stretched his mouth. “What do you have to show me, darlin’? I must admit, the locked door and the look in your eyes have me intrigued.”
“I think you’ll like it,” she promised, walking back toward him. He started to get out of his chair, but she held out her hand to still him. “No, just stay put. I believe I owe you a nice, sexy strip tease, Mr. Kingston. Would you like that?”
“You have to ask?”
Elise began to sway provocatively and undo the buttons of her dressing gown, slowly, one by one. She uncovered first one shoulder, then the other, before pulling her arms out of the sleeves, carefully holding up the bodice to keep her breasts concealed. She sashayed closer to where Trey sat in his chair transfixed. “Are you ready to see how hard my nipples are for you?”
“Take it off, darlin’. Show me those beautiful breasts,” he answered in a smoky voice. Elise lowered the bodice, baring first one, then the other breast, cupped them with her hands and pinched her nipples. Trey groaned, then gave her a grin. “Gorgeous. Now, I recall Rad and I were required to do some shaking as part of our strip tease. So you need to shake ‘em a little, baby.” Elise giggled and did a shoulder shimmy for him, making her breasts bounce enticingly. “Damn. That’s it, sweetheart. That’s beautiful.” Trey sat back and smiled. “You know, I’m warming to this whole strip tease idea now that I’m the spectator. Turn around now and show me that pretty bottom of yours, and make sure you shake that too.”
Elise turned around and cast him a come-hither look. “I’ll do better than that, you bad boy. I’ll give you a very special lap dance that I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy.”
His dark brows lifted. “A lap dance. That would imply that you will be doing some sort of gyrating on my lap. Naked, I hope?” Elise gave him a wink. “Mmm, I think I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll like it even more once I show you your surprise,” Elise teased as she lowered her dressing gown over her hips. She leaned forward a bit and stuck her bottom toward him, swaying it from side to side as she uncovered it and dropped the gown to the floor around her feet. She heard his low, appreciative hum and smiled, excitement surging through her at what was coming next. Straightening, she turned toward him with her hands strategically placed to cover her newly shaved pubic area. “Are you ready for it, babe?”
Trey flicked his gaze down to the enormous bulge in his trousers, then back at her. “Does it look like I’m ready?”
“Mmm…” Elise bit her lip against the surge of passion that swept through her. She’d just come twice with Rad, but she was ready for more with Trey. She was always ready for more with Trey. “I can’t wait to feel that big, hard cock,” she moved her hands slowly away from her sex as she spoke, “inside my hot… wet… bare naked pussy.”
When her hands fell away, Trey’s face went expressionless for a moment, then his gaze shot up to hers, then back down. “Sweet Jesus, Elise…” he whispered hoarsely. Elise shivered all over at the effect she was having on Trey. He was so darkly beautiful when he was turned on, his e
yes burning hot with wicked promise, barely restrained, almost predatory.
She was so excited, her voice wavered. “Do-do you like it?”
He swallowed, hard. “Like it? Oh, darlin’, I don’t even have the words.” His voice lowered to a growl. “Come over here and let me feel it.” She did and whimpered with delight when his fingers slid over the naked lips of her sex and slipped between. “God… it’s so soft and smooth.” So quickly it made her gasp, he got up from his chair and lifted her to sit on the edge of his desk, then pulled the chair closer and sat down before her, spreading her legs wide. “I’ve got to taste you, Elise. Feel that silky smooth pussy under my tongue.” Then his face was pressed against her, his lips and tongue delving through her folds, teasing and suckling her sensitive clit, his day’s growth of beard making her tender skin hot and tingling. Elise cried out and grabbed handfuls of his dark hair, grinding her pussy into his face as a climax started to brew within her. When he pulled away, she cried out again, this time in frustration.
“Trey, don’t stop,” she begged. “I’m going to come.”
“Damnit, woman. If I don’t, I’m going to spill in my pants like a virgin.” He quickly undid his trousers and shoved them to his hips. “Time for that lap dance you promised. Come here.” Elise didn’t argue as he lifted her up and pulled her to straddle him on the chair. Her legs splayed out over the low arms of the chair, opening her to an obscene degree. Trey positioned himself at her widely spread entrance and thrust inside, forcing a yelp of surprise from her throat, which he caught in his mouth as he ravaged her with his lips and tongue. He gripped her hips and urged her to move up and down on his hard length, bucking his own up against her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Move those hips… dance on my cock.”
Elise braced her hands on his shoulders for leverage and flexed her thighs on the arms of the chair to make her hips gyrate and rock, grinding herself down against Trey’s pelvis, taking him inside her as deeply as she could. She whimpered when his length rubbed against her sweet spot, sending bolts of electricity through her body, making her arms and legs tremble. She doubled her efforts, grinding down until the stimulation to that oh-so-sensitive spot inside became too much to bear and she shattered into a million shimmering pieces, crying out his name and collapsing against him, weak and shaken.
Elise felt herself being lifted again, felt the desk cool and smooth under her back, her legs being bent and raised toward her. She opened her eyes and saw Trey leaning over her, his arms hooked under her knees, holding her open, felt his gloriously hard length pressing against the tight opening of her bottom. She moaned. “Oh, God…Trey…” He’d never taken her there before, only Rad had fucked her ass.
“Do you want me there, Elise? Do you want me to fuck your bottom?” His voice was gravel-rough, the muscles in his arms trembled as he held still, waiting for her answer. The thought of giving herself to him that way, the most intimate of ways, made her pussy clench and weep with renewed arousal.
“Yes, please. I want it,” she begged, grabbing at his hips, trying to pull him into her.
He pushed against her tight opening. The moisture from her climax trickled downward from her pussy, lubricating and easing his efforts. When the ring of muscles surrendered, he pressed forward until half his cock was lodged inside her. He made a noise halfway between a grunt and a groan and held still.
“Ohh, Elise…baby…you’re so tight. So fucking tight.”
Elise was gasping from the pressure, but she wanted more. She relaxed her muscles. “Deeper, Trey,” she panted. “All the way.”
With another long groan, he flexed his hips and pushed into her until he was seated at the hilt, buried balls deep within her body. They both paused, panting while Elise’s muscles gradually adjusted to his girth, then he began to move, slowly at first, inching out half-way then pressing back deep. He was groaning and mumbling a string of very dirty words as he began to stroke in and out of her in a steady rhythm. The feeling was so raw and intense it bordered on painful. Elise whimpered and reached between them to stimulate her clit, needing it to ease the burn of his penetration.
Trey noticed her fumbling fingers between them and stood upright, brushing her hand away to replace it with his own as his cock kept up its steady pace in her bottom. He caught more of her juices with his hand and spread them down to where their bodies joined, making Elise sigh with relief. With his fingers working her clit, Elise felt her muscles relax, her body open for him. He felt it too, and increased the power of his thrusts. That incredible aching fullness, so raw, so overwhelming, grew and grew until it exploded in an orgasm so intense she could see blackness edging her vision then bright spots of light dancing behind her eyes. She could hear a scream and realized it was her, but she didn’t care. She was beyond caring.
Trey slammed into her and froze, a deep roar tearing from his throat before he cried out her name and fell over her shuddering body, bracing himself on his elbows while he gasped for breath. It took them both long moments before they recovered enough to move.
“Oh, my God. That was…incredible,” Trey murmured, kissing her lips gently.
Elise gave a weak laugh and nipped his bottom lip. “Mm, you were an animal.”
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Well, let’s just say I’ll think of tonight every time I sit down tomorrow.”
Trey looked pained. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I should have held back more.”
“I’m okay,” Elise reassured him with another kiss. “It’s a good kind of sore.”
He peppered her face with soft kisses. “I’ll make it up to you, my sweet darlin’, I promise. I love you.”
Chapter Twenty-four
The train ride to Schenectady took a good day of enduring uncomfortably hard seats, cold feet, and the stench of chewing tobacco that seemed to be favored over smoking by most of the male passengers. Elise wrinkled her nose in disgust when the lurching motion of the train knocked over a can being used by several men as a spit receptacle, its contents forming a seeping brown pool in the aisle. She found herself musing nostalgically on the ‘old days’ when she could hop into a car and drive the same distance in speedy comfort. She glanced at the beloved profiles of the men on either side her and knew she'd gladly give up every modern comfort to be with them.
She shifted her bottom gingerly on the hard seat and Trey took immediate notice. He reached for her gloved hand and laced his fingers with hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking miserably guilty.
She gave his hand a squeeze. “Don’t be. It was worth it,” she whispered in return. Just remembering the power of the climax she’d experienced as he’d taken her so masterfully made her sore bottom warm and tingly. As tender as she was, she couldn’t wait to do it again. Her thoughts must have shown on her face, because Trey’s mouth lifted in a sexy smile and heat flickered in his eyes, promising they would share many more nights like that in the future.
What their mode of travel lacked was more than made up for by the beauty of the scenery. The Berkshire Hills and Green Mountains were lovely, even if they were grey with the coming of winter. Elise was sorry when the afternoon light faded into darkness and she could no longer admire the view.
They stopped in Albany for a quick supper then travelled the remaining fifteen miles to Schenectady. Trey and Rad both grew increasingly tense as they neared their destination, and Elise hoped they wouldn't be too hard on Rachael and Oliver. When they arrived at last, they hired a hack to take them to the large Colonial style house that occupied the address given to them by Hank Patterson.
As they walked up the brick path to the door, Elise gave Trey's arm a squeeze. "Please, when we see them, try to keep in mind that this isn't some money-grubbing socialite Rachael married. It's Oliver. I think you know deep down he'd never have married Rachael if he didn't love her." She turned to Rad on her other side. “And remember, Radcliffe Kingston, you promised no violence.”
Rad lifted an eyebrow and gave Trey a resigned
look. “She’s serious, Trey. She used my full name.”
Trey spared Elise a glance, but his jaw stayed stubbornly set. He put on a genial face for the grey-haired, bespectacled landlady when she opened the door, however, and she politely asked them into her home, having no inkling of the family drama that was being set into motion.
Mrs. McKinley led them into the parlor then disappeared up the stairs to inform the young couple they had visitors. It was quite a while before Elise looked up and saw Rachael hovering in the parlor doorway, her pretty face pale with anxiety, her dark eyes darting between her two brothers. In the next moment, she saw Oliver step up beside Rachael, laying a comforting hand upon her shoulder to prompt her into the room. Elise’s gaze met Rachael’s and she braced herself for the anger and resentment she expected the younger woman must feel toward her. The whole scandal never would have materialized if it weren’t for Elise becoming involved with Rachael’s brothers. Elise was surprised to see Rachael’s gaze held no such bitterness.
Trey and Rad rose when they entered, their expressions foreboding. Oliver quickly stepped in front of his wife in a protective gesture and squarely faced his scowling brothers-in-law. He gave a curt nod. "I take your presence here to mean you've heard the news."
"We've heard," Trey grated out.
Oliver cleared his throat, but held his ground. "We regret we were forced by circumstances to marry without your permission, but now the deed is done, I hope you'll see fit to give us your blessin's." His soft brogue was hardened with determination.
"Why don't you enlighten me as to what circumstances led you to sneak off and marry my sister behind my back, Sheahan,” Trey challenged, his voice as hard as steel. “It wouldn't be that your education costs were a bit higher than anticipated, would it?" Rachael looked as if she would be sick any moment.