Black Jack (34 page)

robe, at his own clothes. Through drugging tastes of her lips, his head tilting, his tongue

thrusting against hers, he managed to divest himself of his clothes and to tear aside the edges

of her robe.

She was all but naked now. The dark surrounded them, white-hot hunger and needy groans

mixed with his own male growls of arousal. It was like having those ragged edges of her soul

slowly repair themselves.

She wasn’t alone any longer. Travis was here. He was touching her, holding her. There was

nothing, no one, that could harm her as long as she held his heart.

Heavily muscled shoulders flexed beneath her touch as his hands cupped her breasts,

sending surging pulses of sensation rippling through her nipples when his thumbs stroked

over them.

Lilly could feel the invasive pleasure throbbing through her pussy, swelling her clit. Her

juices gathered on the intimate folds as her nipples swelled, ached, and lifted to his touch.

“I missed you, my Lilly,” he groaned as his lips moved to her neck. “I dreamed of your

touch. Of tasting you, having you.”

His lips moved lower, his tongue stroking over a tight nipple as brutally hot fingers of

sensation struck at her womb, her clit. Arching against his thigh, Lilly felt the desperate

hunger unraveling inside her. This moment in time was hers alone. She didn’t have to share it.

No one could invade it. There was no danger here, there was only this. His lips covering her

nipple to suck it inside his mouth as his tongue flicked over it.

He drew on the tight bud, suckling it deeply, almost roughly, as she arched to the incredible

sensation. From one nipple to the other he moved. The excruciatingly sensitive tip rioted with

such extreme pleasure that she couldn’t hold back the whimpering little cry that tore from her

lips.

It was incredible. Her head thrashed against the pillow as he licked the hard nubbin, swirled

his tongue around it, then sucked it inside his mouth again and fed on the arousal rising inside

her.

Lilly’s hips arched as Travis’s thigh wedged between hers and pressed firmly against the

mound of her pussy. Her clit swelled tighter, throbbed with pleasure. Her juices spilled from

her clenching vagina, her body desperate for his possession, preparing it for the intensity of

touch that she needed.

She wanted more than gentle touches, and that was what she was getting. She wanted more

than easy kisses and slow caresses. And he would give it to her.

“Sweet Lilly,” he growled as he pulled back, reaching out with one hand to the bedside

table and flipping on the low light there.

The soft glow washed over his naked, bronzed flesh. Muscles rippled beneath the skin,

perspiration dotted his brow, his shoulders.

Easing back, he stared down her body.

“Touch your breasts,” he ordered, his eyes focused on the swollen mounds as he lifted her

hands to them. “Show me, baby, what you like, what you want. Make me crazy.”

Make him crazy? Oh, if this was what he wanted, then she had a lot of experience in

touching herself.

She cupped her breasts, her fingers clenching on the mounds teasingly. With her index

fingers she raked her nipples, gasping at the pleasure of having him watch.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed out roughly, his eyes narrowing on her now. “Is that how you like

it, baby? Slow and easy?”

A teasing smile curled her lips. With thumb and forefinger she pinched at the distended

nipples, her breath catching at the thought of Travis touching her so firmly, with his fingers,

his teeth.

She bit her lower lip to hold back another moan as she tugged at the tender tips, her

shoulders shifting against the bed as pleasure tore through her.

“Ahh, so that’s how you like it, love,” he whispered. “Shall I do that for you, while perhaps

you show me other things you might like?”

He moved, sliding behind her as he lifted her before him. Lilly gasped as she found her

head resting on his thigh, the heavy width of his cock at her cheek as it rose proud and flush

along his stomach.

“There, love.” His hand stroked her breast, cupped it, petted it. “Show me what else you

like while I play with your pretty nipples.”

Lilly could feel the perspiration gathering along her neck, her breasts. Fighting to breathe,

Lilly felt his thumb and forefinger surround her nipple as he placed one of her hands on her

midriff.

“Show me, Lilly,” he growled. “Show me what you want, sweetheart.”

What she wanted? She wanted his touch. She wanted his fingers stroking her, touching her,

possessing her.

She stared up at him as his fingers worked her nipple, rolling it, plumping it, and sending

electrical flames of sensation tearing to her womb.

Her fingers slid lower, ruffling the border of curls just below her abdomen. She could feel

the folds of her pussy swelling, her clit pounding, as her fingers feathered against it.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out roughly. “Part those pretty folds, Lilly. Let me see your little

clit. Let me see how you pleasure yourself.”

Lowering her other hand, she parted the plump folds of her pussy as she used the other to

circle the tight bud of her clit. Pleasure was racing through her, excitement sizzling through

her nerve endings, as she touched herself with her fingers, while Travis tormented her nipples

with exquisite pleasure.

As she looked up at him, her gaze locked with his, and she watched his eyes narrow,

darken, as her fingers circled her clit. The pleasure was incredible. It was like nothing she had

ever known when she’d touched herself before. It was brutally intense, whipping through her

system and sending her nerve endings rioting with exquisite pleasure.

Her fingers stroked through her folds, dipping into the slick dew, returning to run around

her clit as his fingers sent waves of pleasure surging through her nipples to her pussy,

clenching the intimate folds with brutal need.

Her hips writhed beneath her own touch as her head turned, her lips parting, her tongue

licking along the shaft of his cock as it rose before her.

She needed the taste of him. The touch of him. She needed him.

She moved her fingers faster as a hard groan tore from his chest. Her head lifted, her tongue

touching the head of his cock, licking over it, tasting it.

She felt as though she were dying of excitement. It was racing through her bloodstream,

pounding in her heart. She couldn’t survive this. She was going to die from the intensity of the

sensations, but she would die happy. She would die knowing no pleasure could ever be so

great.

As her fingers dipped inside her pussy a gasp of tormented pleasure passed her lips. Her

lips parted, surrounded the engorged head of Travis’s cock, and sucked him inside her mouth.

She milked the hard, throbbing flesh, sucking it deep, laving it with her tongue.

Driving her fingers deep inside the hot depths of her own flesh, she angled herself higher

against his chest, kept the hard crest in her mouth and slowly came to her knees. Her thighs

tightened on her own hand for long seconds before slowly withdrawing them.

Lifting her head, she felt his hands tighten for a second in her hair before he allowed her to

straighten. Licking her lips, Lilly lifted her fingers, still wet from her juices, and painted the

heavy dew across his lips as they parted and he sucked two of her fingers inside.

The feel of his lips suckling her fingers had her pussy rippling in impending orgasm. She

had never been so close to coming without actually being penetrated.

“I needed you,” she whispered as she straddled his thighs, staring into his eyes as he

released her fingers, his hands moving to clench the mounds of her ass.

“God. Never again. Swear.” His expression twisted into lines of tormented pleasure as she

gripped the shaft of his cock and rubbed it against the tortured knot of her clit.

“So good,” she moaned, her hips shifting, her pussy clenching.

“Fucking good,” he groaned. “Fuck me, Lilly. Stop teasing the hell out of me.”

She smiled back at him, shifting the engorged crest until it was poised at the entrance of her

pussy.

Ecstasy began to pound inside her then. Moving her hips, shifting, pressing down, as she

felt the wide, heavy length of his erection stretching her wide.

Pleasure-pain enveloped her, sending sizzling, heated currents of rapture racing across

nerve endings so sensitive, she whimpered with the building exaltation. She couldn’t stay still.

Her hips jerked against the hold he had on her ass, her need to race to completion beating

inside her.

“Easy, baby,” he groaned, his fingers bunching in her ass, pulling the rounded flesh apart,

sending additional sensations assaulting her nerve endings.

Sensations she had never expected to enjoy. The feel of his fingers dipping into the extreme

wetness flowing from her pussy, around his cock. The feel of those fingers smoothing the

slickness back, rubbing against that once forbidden, untouched area.

It was untouched no longer, because she didn’t have the willpower to stop him. Hell no, she

wasn’t stopping him. She was pressing down, making the touch firmer, more invasive.

Her eyes flared open as his fingertip penetrated that hidden entrance. Heavy-eyed, intense,

he watched her with increasing hunger as his finger continued to slip slowly inside as she

pressed down, taking his cock deeper, his finger deeper.

The dual penetration was exquisite. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders as she rode him

slow and easy, taking all of his cock, all of his finger, and milking them as she felt the

pleasure burning over her nerve endings.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was whiskey rough, dark and hungry. “So fucking sweet

and hot, Lilly.”

Sweat eased down his temple, drawing her gaze as she felt his finger ease from her rear,

gather more of her juices and penetrate once again.

“Travis. What are you doing to me?” Shudders of pleasure were tearing through her as she

felt her muscles ease, relax, and welcome a second finger.

“Travis.” His name was a plea, a cry of such incredible pleasure she didn’t know if she

could bear it.

His hand eased on her hip. Rather than holding her back, he let her free. She couldn’t hold

still. She couldn’t stop the need to ride him hard and fast, to feel the fiery burn, the desperate

sensuous rise of ecstasy.

Lilly felt her head tip back on her shoulders as it began to build, to tighten through her. She

tightened her hold on him, her nails digging in, desperate mewls rising from her throat as

electric intensity, white-hot fingers of sensation, began to radiate outward from both

penetrations. His cock filled her, stretched her. His fingers fucked inside her rear, sending

flames shooting along previously untouched nerve endings, triggering a flame that built, that

rose, that overtook her in an explosion so sudden, so blinding, she screamed his name.

He was thrusting hard and deep beneath her, one arm wrapped around her, holding her

close as his fingers drove deep, his cock drove deeper, and he groaned her name and stiffened

beneath her.

Fiery bursts of release erupted inside her. She felt it, throbbing, pulsing, filling her as her

pussy clenched around him. Her head fell to his shoulder as she felt herself crying,

shuddering, hard tremors raking through her body as the pleasure tore through her over and

over again.

She couldn’t contain it. She couldn’t fight it. She had lost any measure of restraint when it

came to Travis long ago. So long ago. When he was bound to another woman, when she was

barely a woman, on a dance floor surrounded by others, she had given him her heart.

He had always held her, and she had never realized it. He had filled her fantasies as Lord

Dermont. Then he had filled her deepest desires as Travis Caine.

And now, now he filled every dream, every emotion she had thought she would never be

filled. The lover she had never believed would be in her life.

Breathing heavily, she collapsed against him, shudders still racing through her body as the

aftershocks of pleasure continued to pulse through her. The wildly exciting penetrations of her

body left her exhausted, left her mindless. She could do nothing but hold on to him now, to

pray that for this moment, he would continue to shelter her, that he had the strength to hold

her as she fought to catch her breath.

As she felt his fingers ease slowly from her a small moan escaped her lips. The pleasure

was still brutal. The feel of his fingers retreating caressed those nerve endings, so sensitized

she could barely catch her breath from the added caress.

“Easy, baby.” He sounded sated, relaxed, as his hand smoothed down her back. “Give me a

second here and I’ll carry you to the shower.”

She had to laugh at that. A low, weak sound, but one filled with a deep satiation. “You’ll

drop me.”

“Right now,” he agreed, his lips smoothing over her shoulder. “No breath right now.”

He gave a deep sigh, one that assured her that he had been just as satisfied, just as fulfilled

as she was.

“That’s okay.” She snuggled closer. “I like being right here.”

“I like you being right here.” His lips pressed against hers gently. “Right here in my arms,