Wicked Serenade: a Lost in Oblivion Collection

by Quinn, Cari

  She realized her mistake at the flash in his eyes. He knotted his hand in her hair and powered into her again, spreading his legs so that she dangled off him into the water. It rushed around her ears, as relentless as the pulsing in her core.

  “He doesn’t exist for us,” he murmured against her breasts, speaking just loudly enough for her to hear him. “This is only about you and me.” When she only whimpered, he brushed his thumb along where they were joined, teasing her with a hint of contact. “And if he hears, then maybe he’ll know that you’re mine. I don’t share.”

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak under his renewed onslaught. All she could do was wrap her slippery fingers around his tensed forearm and hold on for dear life. She braced her feet on the wraparound bench he sat on, levering up to give him more room to thrust. The nerve endings he scraped on every stroke created a whirling need inside her that matched the pumping jets that surrounded them. She finally stopped trying to fight her orgasm, giving in on a long, shuddering moan.

  “So fucking sexy.” He scooped her up and turned her around, sitting her on his lap and thrusting upward into the tight clasp of her thighs. She was still quaking from her climax and having his length rubbing against her so intimately while not sliding inside made her aftershocks spin on and on. “Reach down and use me the way you need to so you can get yourself off again.”

  God, he made her tremble so hard just by talking. The dirty things he said, the urgent way he said them—she couldn’t have said no to anything he asked. Wouldn’t have wanted to. She dipped beneath the surface of the water and encircled his cock, jerking upward and earning his hiss. His expelled breath stirred the wet hair along her nape and she dropped her head forward, encouraging him to brush kisses over the back of her neck.

  Gripping him harder, she swept her thumb over the swollen tip of him and blew a stream of air that created a small current of bubbles over his length. He drove his hand in her hair again and pulled, bringing tears to her eyes. She blew again and his thighs bunched beneath her, the tension between them growing as she jerked him off with one hand and gave him an air-and-water blowjob with the other. With the slightest rock of her body, the heat emanating from the vee of her thighs enfolded him, tearing a sound that bordered on agony from his lips.

  “God, your cock makes me hot.” She arched like a cat, pulling him against her lower lips, swaying side to side so that her swollen flesh grazed his. “I want to suck it, ride it, feel it between my breasts.”

  She angled her body and dragged her taut nipple over the head of his dick. He groaned and used his hold on her hair to force her lower so she could slide her breast along his erection. He was so hard and thick that he throbbed in her hand. The leashed power she held made her whimper and rotate her hips, wishing she could have him inside her at the same time. Instead, she dragged the head over her clit, tantalizing them both.

  He growled and grabbed her hips, impaling her on him in one smooth move. “Jesus, fuck me. I have to be inside you. Goddammit, I want to stay inside your tight pussy, always.”

  His teeth latched on to her shoulder and she vised around him, helpless to stave off the shudders that came just from having his thickness inside her once again. It had only been a few minutes since the last time and that was already too long. She rode him without hesitation, bouncing on his lap so violently that he sank too deep too fast. The flash of pain vanished swiftly, chased by an intense ribbon of pleasure. She bent forward, inviting him to seize her hips and hammer into her the way she sensed he needed to.

  That was all it took to have him lifting off the bench to push her deeper into the water, forcing her up against the side of the hot tub. She gripped it in trembling fingers as he rammed into her from behind, his cock on the warpath on her still sensitive flesh. Crying out only seemed to spur him on more so she let every noise go, wanting him to hear what he was doing to her.

  Fucking her into oblivion, stroke by stroke.

  Her knees slammed into the wall and she lowered her forehead to the wet side of the Jacuzzi, savoring the unmistakable slap of skin on skin. Even the bubbling water couldn’t mask it. Or maybe it was that she knew what their mating must sound like. The way his balls were hitting her ass on every thrust, she could only imagine the picture they made. Rough, crazed, wild. He rubbed her back, his long fingers stimulating points under her skin. His sensuous massage only fueled the tension overtaking her limbs. She couldn’t climax again so soon.

  She couldn’t not.

  “You know you want to come on my cock. So close.” He leaned over her back, ruffling her hair with his warm breath as he started to pant out the lyrics to a song she’d never heard before. It shouldn’t have made her hotter. She wasn’t some groupie, and his normal tricks shouldn’t have affected her to such an extent.

  But between the siege of his cock and his raspy voice, the band of pressure inside her snapped. She wailed out her pleasure, her moans turning to screams as he battered into her without cease. His fingers fisted her hair and he growled in her ear, singing in a low, tormented voice that would remind her of relentless fucking for the rest of her life.

  Up against the wall

  Or on the floor

  I’ll take it anytime at all

  She pushed back against him, letting out a whimper at the realization he still hadn’t come. How could that even be possible? It felt like she had a stick of dynamite inside her, hard and unforgiving. Pulsing with every thrust. He pummeled her with his cock and branded her with his teeth on the side of her neck, tripping her into bliss one more time. And he still didn’t find his own release.

  When she managed to lift her head, she glanced over her shoulder, moaning again at the blur of his body pounding into hers. All those sleek muscles, flexing wetly. She tightened around him involuntarily and he groaned, throwing back his head. The cords in his neck stood out in sharp relief, highlighted by the colorful lights in the hot tub. His face contorted as he pumped into her frenetically, as if he was seeking something he couldn’t find. She squeezed him again and reached down between her legs, stroking him hard every time he re-entered her. Bearing down, she rocked her hips, trying to give him the friction he desperately seemed to need.

  Another orgasm built up inside her, the ripples in her core soon widening to encompass her whole body. She didn’t even have time to warn him. Then she was lost again, the pleasure so violent that she nearly blacked out. She pressed her cheek to the side of the hot tub and hauled air into her starved lungs, barely able to focus on the swimming canvas of stars above her head.

  Dear God. He truly intended to kill her.

  He continued fucking her, shoving her past enjoyment to the cusp of pain. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to walk. Her legs were already quaking, and she couldn’t stop gasping. His dick swelled impossibly huge inside her, earning her whimpers as he reached around to rub her clit and her piercing with those wicked fingers. She quivered, beyond the capability to cry out. All she could do was shudder through another endless climax.

  By the time he picked her up and carried her inside, dripping water everywhere before he wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel, she could barely lift her head. He placed her on the bed, covered her up with the sheet and slid in beside her, stroking her hair until she lifted her heavy lids and gave him a weak smile.

  “Hi there.” Her voice even sounded slurred.

  He’d literally fucked her into almost unconsciousness. She hadn’t believed that was an actual thing, but her limp arms and legs were more than willing to vouch for its existence.

  “Hi.” He brushed a kiss over the top of her arm. “Doing okay?”

  “Yeah. I had an out-of-body experience for a few minutes there, but I’m reasonably sure I’m still in one piece.”

  “Good. Because I’m not done with you.” He moved closer, nestling his length against her ass, and she realized with a start that he was still hard.

  How could that be possible?

  “What are—you didn’t
—you’ve gotta be freaking kidding me.” She rolled on her back and stared up at the tensed planes of his face, tracing her fingers along his jaw. The faint tremor under his skin made her swallow hard and search again for her voice. “You didn’t come?”

  “Not yet.” He turned his head to kiss her fingertips, not reacting to the sound of distress she couldn’t stifle. “But the night’s young.”

  Questions formed on her lips, trembling there while she walked her fingers down his neck to his shoulder and lower to his chest. Under her palm, his heart stampeded like a runaway locomotive, so fast that she wondered how she didn’t see it pounding in his throat. Her gaze shot to his. “Did you smoke before I got here?”

  It didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be revving this hard from weed, but there had to be some explanation. Even while he was lying beside her, his body vibrated with pent-up energy. She could practically feel the need pouring off him.

  And that wasn’t even referring to his cock, which had felt like a baseball bat against her backside. Her poor abused pussy gave up a weak throb in protest.

  “Nah.” He skimmed his hand over her breasts. His casualness felt forced. Almost practiced. “Maybe I should though. Take the edge off.”

  Before she could open her mouth, he shifted away to dig through the nightstand. He rolled a joint in record time and returned to the bed. Shutting his eyes, he leaned against the headboard and took a long drag. Then another and another while she watched him with her own heart racing way faster than it should have.

  Something was off, and she couldn’t place what. More than his unholy staying power, more than his sudden ease in smoking up in front of her. She tried to line up her thoughts, to find a way to broach a topic she didn’t want to touch with an eight-inch-still-freaking-hard cock. Even as he took hits off the joint, his erection curved against his stomach, so hard that she actually winced in sympathy.

  Then his sleepy gray eyes landed on her and he passed her the joint without saying a word.

  She started to object. Once was one thing. Maybe even more than once would be okay if it only happened occasionally. Extremely occasionally. But two nights in a row? She swallowed the bitter flavor in her mouth and shook her head. “This isn’t a good idea—”

  “But I feel so good.” He pulled her against his side and gave her a heartbreaking smile, the kind she could use to keep her warm on cool nights. His soft lips brushed hers. “I want you to feel the way I do.” He kissed her chastely. All sweetness and heat. “Let’s share it.”

  Already she could feel some of the tension leaking out of his embrace. Her Gray was coming back to her. If that joint had somehow helped the transition, though she didn’t know why, she couldn’t fault it.

  She couldn’t say no.

  Closing her eyes, she took a couple of quick hits. Like magic, the unexplainable fear that had gripped her insides began to dissipate. He chuckled beside her and turned his face into her hair, sighing as she reached down to cup his cock.

  Guess she wasn’t so tired after all.

  She passed him back the joint and climbed on top of him, gripping the headboard behind his head. He leaned up to slip his mouth over her nipple, drawing it inside as she slid her wet flesh over his length. He groaned and palmed her hip, nudging against her with an insistence that echoed in his hungry gaze.

  All she wanted was him. This.

  Licking her lips, she inched downward, taking him in so slowly that he hissed out a breath. She flinched at the flash of pain and he set down the joint long enough to gently rub her clit, easing the sting.

  “I can make this better,” he said, his attention focused on what he was doing rather than on her face. “Just say the word.”

  She smiled and arched her back, moving into his strokes. Magic hands. They could heal her anytime she asked. “If you mean more of what you’re doing right now, then yes.”

  “No. Something else.” He shot her an unreadable look and reached for the joint, pinching off a quick hit. “A bit stronger than this. I wouldn’t ever do anything that didn’t make you feel good. I promise.”

  His sudden intensity made her frown. Worse, it chased away the happy little bubbles bobbing along through her bloodstream. She narrowed her eyes on his face and giggled at his sulky mouth. “Aww, pouty Muffy Duffy. What’s the matter?” She kissed his stubbled throat and worked her way up to take a nip out of his lower lip. “I bet you want to fuck me.”

  “Yes.” No hesitation. Nothing but those arrow-direct eyes stabbing straight into her soul. “Can you take me now?”

  “Think the question is can you take me?” She rolled her hips and stretched her arms in the air, letting out a shrieking laugh as he clamped an arm around her waist and drove up inside her in one heart-stopping thrust. She stared down at him, dazed into silence, her hands falling limply to his shoulders. If she moved, she feared she would shatter.

  “I can. I am. And this time I’m not going to stop until I come inside this beautiful pussy.” He circled the rough pads of his fingers over her piercing and her head lolled on her shoulders, a moan of pure bliss tumbling from her mouth.

  “Prove it,” she whispered.

  Twenty-Three

  Then

  “Are your eyes closed?”

  “Your hands are covering my face.” Jazz laughed and leaned back against Gray as they finally stopped walking. It was Christmas morning and he’d insisted on leading her downstairs in spite of the fact that she’d already gotten all of her gifts in the form of her bedroom set. She certainly didn’t expect anything else. What she’d gotten already exceeded all—

  “Okay, now stop. Open your eyes.”

  Smiling, she opened her eyes and gasped. In front of the Duffys’ gigantic Christmas tree in the family room stood an enormous gift-wrapped box. Beside it stood another large, oblong box and a gift bag. “What the—what is all of this?”

  “These are your Christmas gifts.” He yanked a camera out of his pocket and knelt down in front of the fireplace, flashing her a grin that dazzled her even more than the array of presents. “Come on, open them.”

  “You shouldn’t have done this. Oh my God.” She dropped to her knees and ran her hands reverently over the largest box, her heart beating a staccato rhythm. “How did you afford all this?” As realization dawned that she wasn’t similarly prepared, she flushed and let her hands fall into her lap. “I only have something small for you.”

  “Small gifts are the best. Haven’t you heard that the best gifts come in tiny packages?” His grin turned crooked. “Like you.”

  Giggling, she hopped up. “Let me go get yours. Wait here.”

  She hurried up to her bedroom, grateful that Brent wasn’t up yet. Since he’d given up his room to her, he was crashing in Gray’s room while he was home on break. She moved as quietly as she could, hoping not to disturb him in the room on the opposite side of the adjoining bathroom. She grabbed Gray’s gift from under her bed and jogged downstairs.

  “Here,” she panted, kneeling in front of him and holding out the package.

  “Jeez, where’s the fire? Did you think I would take off?”

  “No. I didn’t want to run into—” She broke off and shook her head. She didn’t want Gray to know how she felt about Brent. The last thing she’d ever do was force him to take sides against his brother. Besides, she didn’t have any concrete reason not to like Brent, just a vibe.

  Lots of vibes.

  “Just open it,” she said.

  “Sure thing, boss.” He tore off the bright green paper she’d fussed with for a good twenty minutes, trying to get the corners just right, and tugged out the box inside.

  “If you don’t like it—”

  “Bite your tongue.” His quick fingers flipped up the lid and he made a rumbling sound of pleasure in his throat that erased all of the weeks of saving her allowance and collecting bottles at the park. Whatever she’d had to do to be able to afford his present had been worth it. “A replica 1949 Fender Broadcaster? Fuckin�
�� sweet.” He dug out the ornament she’d had custom made and checked out all the details she’d insisted on being added, right down to the gold-embossed fret board. Then he lifted his head and grinned. “See? Tiny packages are the best.”

  She laughed and leaned forward to poke in the box he still held. “There’s a little stand in there too beneath the foam so you can display it,” she began, falling silent as he gripped her fingers in his viselike hold.

  “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Before she could slip back, his warm lips brushed her forehead. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” She sat back and stared at him, trying to ignore the sizzle in her skin where his lips had made contact. Her lips throbbed, wanting the same pressure and heat there.

  God, he made her want too much.

  “Your turn,” he said softly.

  Her turn for what? To kiss him? She ducked her head and he chuckled, gesturing to her gifts.

  “Open them,” he prompted.

  Nodding, she shifted toward the tree and tugged the gift bag into her lap. She laughed at what she found inside. “An industrial bag of Skittles?” she asked, secretly thrilled he’d paid that much attention to her snack of choice.

  “Taste the rainbow,” he said solemnly, making her laugh even harder.

  She moved on to the next biggest box, opening it swiftly before it vanished. She couldn’t believe he’d given her so much. Her mouth dropped open as she peeled open the tissue paper inside and dragged out his battered white Stratocaster, his favorite of his two guitars. “Gray. You can’t give me this.”

  “Sure I can. It’s mine to give away.” He leaned back on his hands and gave her his insolent smile. He had a whole range of smiles and she’d categorized them all. Insolent was one of her favorites. “Especially since I know I have a brand-new Epiphone waiting for me under that tree.”

  “But this is your baby—”

  “It’s a guitar. I can make any of them sing.”

  She couldn’t argue with that. His magic hands had given her many moments of pause—and even more hot moments alone in her bed when she couldn’t stop imagining them on her skin. “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to say more.