Broken Lion (19 page)

“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock jumped and his entire body jittered. “You sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

I smirked, looking up at him with the head still in my mouth. I knew what I was doing. Then I released the head and licked downward, releasing my fingers so I could slicken the entire length before giving some love to his balls.

“Nice. Nobody ever bothers with the balls.”

He was rock hard, so I pulled his cock down to get a better angle and take him deep into my mouth. My tongue circled languidly around the head, getting it wet. Then I fucked his cock with my mouth, ramming it into the back of my throat, keeping my lips tight around his girth. But not too tight. Just enough. There was no way I could take all of him into my mouth, but I tried. When my gag reflex kicked in, I relaxed it. My eyes watered and drool filled my mouth, turning it into a sopping wet mouth pussy as my tongue cradled the underside of his shaft and stroked the sensitive tip after each thrust.

“Fuck, Irish. Fuck.” He slumped in the chair and I planted both my hands on his thighs and pumped up and down with my mouth. His head lolled against the chair back. “Fuck.”

I found a rhythm and brought him to the edge over and over, slowing just in time to prevent him from ejaculating, just like he had with me. As long as a man didn’t ejaculate, he could have multiple orgasms, just like a woman. It was a fact I had verified through research with Donald in our early days. He may not have fulfilled me sexually, but I knew I did him. Every time we’d had sex, he wanted me to give him a blowjob. Every. Time.

Lion seemed to be enjoying his blowjob just as much. He had already proved his prowess with my pussy, so I was happy to return the favor. I don’t know how long I blew him for, but he was a puddle of pleasure and his entire body shook with exquisite abandon while I devoured his cock python.

His eyes were clamped shut and his face was etched into a painful grimace. All he could say was, “F-f-f-f-f-fuuuuhhhh.”

I felt him swell in my mouth as I brought him to the edge one last time. I had one hand wrapped around his base, pumping in time with my head. He was going to explode.

“Sssss! Stop! Don’t! I’m gonna come! Stop so I can fuck you!”

I chuckled throatily. I didn’t care what he wanted at that point. He was coming in my mouth and that was final.

A long low grunt built in his chest as his cock strained to maximum. He sank into the chair, trying to pull away, but I chased after him, keeping him deep. Every muscle in his body popped, veins, tendons, everything bulging and spasming as I pumped and pumped and pumped.

“FUCK!!” He roared.

Semen shot into the back of my throat.

I choked it down, determined to take all of it.

There was more than I anticipated.

I had to gag half of it down, but I did.

I let the last of it spill out from my lips and drip down his shaft. I smeared the hot cum around on his pubis, which was neatly trimmed. I kept sucking and pumping as he emptied himself, gasping for air, his nails digging into the wooden chair like claws.

I licked him clean, loving the salty fresh ocean taste, stroking his shaft lazily, going light with my tongue so I didn’t overwhelm him and he could finally relax. As he softened, I slowed my pace until I finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

I gave the tip a kiss. Smiling and looking up the length of his abs up to his sleepy eyes, I whispered, “How was that?”

He smirked at me. “You are a fucking cum guzzler.”

“And proud of it.”

We both laughed.

“That was the best head I’ve ever had, Irish. Bar none. I mean it.”

“Me too,” I smiled shyly.

I was so proud of myself.

I hadn’t given into my insecurities.

I am woman, hear ME roar!!!!

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“I hate to be a doctor,” I said, “but you have semen all over your cock. And balls. And pelvis.”

“What are you talking about? You licked me clean.”

“Still. It only takes one microscopic spermatozoa.”

“Can’t argue with that. Want me to shower?”

“We can do it together.”

We both stood, completely naked, except for his brace.

“How’s your knee?”

“Workable.” He grabbed my arm, pulled it around his neck, and threw me over his shoulders.

“Hey!” I laughed. “Put me down!”

“Shut up.”

“Don’t forget the condoms!”

He turned so I could grab the boxes off the table, then he walked confidently but carefully out of the kitchen.

All three cats were in the living room.

Staring at us.

“Don’t mind them,” Lion chuckled.

“Hey, guys!” I waved. “And Gwen.”

She blinked.

Lion hefted me up the stairs, taking his time. His strength was not in question, but he did favor his injured knee. The house was gigantic. Upstairs, the hallway branched off in several directions, and skylights illuminated everything with natural light. Double doors at the end of one of the halls revealed a master bedroom.

I laughed. “You do not have a leopard themed bedroom.”

“Apparently, I do.”

“You are so predictable.”

“Based on the size of my cock, do you predict that it will drive you wild?”

“Ummmm… yes.”

“So tell me how predictable is bad?”

“In this case, I concede your point. But only in this case.”

Unlike the master bedroom, the master bathroom was not leopard themed. It was all slate and stone, almost like a cave, like instead of a shower head it needed a waterfall. The huge mirrors over the sinks reflected our nakedness, him dark and muscled, me pale as a ghost. Dark against light.

The floor of the shower was tiled with river rocks.

“Aren’t river rock tiles so last year?”

He set me down and took off his knee brace. “What about me says I give a fuck what other people think about my decoration choices? Was it the leopard print bedspread or the tiger print rug in front of the bed?”

“Those patterns clash, you know.”

“I’m a cage fighter. I’m all about clashing.”

I laughed.

He turned on the rainfall shower. It wasn’t a waterfall, but it evoked a sense of the outdoors all the same. I soaped him down, making sure he was scrubbed extra clean where it counted.

“Be careful you don’t give me rug burn.”

“I’ll do that later when I ride you on that tiger skin rug of yours.”

“You are such a bitch in heat, Irish.”

“And you love it.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“I mean,” I giggled nervously, “you like it.”

“Like is such a half-assed word, Irish.”

I bit my lip. It was best not to use the word love with Lion, no matter what either of us may have felt about the subject. After we finished in the shower and toweled off, he carried me to the bed.

He took the towel draped over his shoulder and twisted it between his hands, ringing it back and forth like a rope. “Hmmm. I wonder what I could do with this?”

“Who cares about a limp towel?” I smirked at him. “I want something hard. Like your dick. It looks ready to kill.” Admiring his hard body and equally hard cock had made me wet yet again.

“Be careful what you wish for. The orgasms I give have been known to kill.”

“Oh yeah, big talker? Prove it.”

He smirked and tossed the towel aside then picked up the box of condoms off the bed and ripped off the top with his teeth.

I laughed.

He grinned and pulled out the roll of condoms, also with his teeth.

His cock was so beautiful it was a shame to sheath it. I wasn’t a fan of rubbers, but I wasn’t on the pill and I wasn’t taking any chances. The last thing I could afford was a baby and a scandal.

He bit the corner of a condom wrapper with his teeth.

For some reason, that gimmick didn’t work for me. It was simply too cheesy. In a limburger kind of way. “If you tear that condom package open with your teeth, I promise I will walk right out of this bedroom.”

“How do you want me to open it? Using my fingers is too boring.”

“You’re a man, think of something manly.”

“The manliest thing I can think of is to shoot a hole through it with a .44 Magnum.”

“That might ruin the condom.”

“Melt the package off with a blow torch?”

“That’ll melt the latex.”

“Chainsaw?”

I laughed.

“Lawn mower? Chipper shredder? Chain it between two Monster Trucks and have them floor it?”

Giggling, I shook my head no to each option.

“I’m running out of ideas. A samurai sword?”

“Do you even have a samurai sword? Wait, I forgot who I was asking.”

“I do.”

“Of course you do.”

“I can go get it.”

I laughed again. “Just use your teeth.”

He did.

Surprisingly it was sexy the way he did it. Scary and dangerous. I don’t know why I doubted him. I really luh—I meant, this Lion Maxwell was a great guy.

“Are you blushing, Irish?”

“No. Put the damn condom on.”

He did before climbing on the bed to kiss me. We made out for a while, our passionate kissing as intense as before. He slowly stroked my clit with his fingers the entire time. I was a dripping wet mess when he finally asked, “Hard or soft?”

“You mean the fucking?”

“Yup.”

“Both.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You figure it out.”

Boy, did he. He rolled onto me and pushed my thighs open with his good knee and laid his weight on top of me, our eyes locked. His cock pressed against me. He just held it there until I was dying for it. Then he took his time easing inside. Despite me having had a baby, it was a tight fit to say the least. A wonderfully tight fit. He was huge and filled me up completely. Slowly, almost painfully, he withdrew. Painful only because I did not want his cock outside of me. I wanted him deep inside. Deep. Slowly, he eased back in, exactly where I needed him. In.

In, in, in.

He continued to ease in and withdraw again and again until I was writhing beneath him.

“Like that,” I moaned. “Yes. Like. That. Ohmygod. Yes. Like…
thaaaaaa…
” My words crumbled into unintelligible moans.

He responded by intensifying his thrusting. With my thighs wrapped around his ass, I clamped down with every thrust. I clawed at his back desperately, wanting more, more, more. I had no nails, which was probably for the best, otherwise I would’ve left gouges all over his back and shoulders. He wasn’t the only animal in the room and his steady thrusting filled me with lust.

“Fuck, Brigid. Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Nnnnnh.” It didn’t take long for the pre-orgasmic waves to tighten everything in my body. “Oh, Lion,” I whispered in his ear.

He kept pumping and growling, driving deeper and deeper, filling me fuller and fuller.

“I’m going to come, Lion. Ohmygod, I’m going to—”

“Fuck! Come, Brigid! Come! With me! Fucking come!”

I did.

Impossibly, his cock got bigger and he roared, coming inside me at the same time. I pulled him in hard with my ankles, trying to milk him through the condom, trying to pull all of his cum inside me. It was nonsense, but I was thinking it anyway. It felt so good, I suddenly wondered if the condom had somehow broken without either of us realizing it.

I should’ve been jumping off the bed to frantically check, but I didn’t. In fact, that thought never crossed my mind. Instead, I lounged beneath him, content, as he pulsed inside me, gasping for air, his head hanging beside my ear.

I whispered, “Yes, babe. That’s it. Give me everything you’ve got. Every last drop.”

Finally, he grunted and groaned and collapsed on top of me, sated.

We lay together for a long time, me caressing his back, kissing his cheek gently, his ear, his forehead. Smothering him with kisses.

I curled my arms around his neck affectionately. “That was so good, babe. So incredibly good.” I was completely unaware that I kept calling him babe and never stopped to think how he might be taking it. It just came out. Coming hard did that.

“Mmmmm,” he grunted.

Neither of us moved to separate.

Together felt right. Perfect.

Joined.

Union.

I imagined the condom was long gone, nothing but a ring of latex around the base of his cock.

I imagined his cum working its way toward its final destination.

Toward life.

I was so wrong about this being a one time thing.

I was in big trouble.

Chapter 21

LION

“Did you talk to her?” Dean asked me a week later at my place. This was the first chance I’d had to talk with him since.

“You could say that.”

“How’d it go?”

“Better than I expected.”

“What did I tell you? All you gotta do is tell a woman how you feel, and everything else falls into place. You still working on that wood carving of the lions?”

“Yeah. It’s in the garage. I’ll show you.”

The only problem was that I hadn’t told Brigid how I felt about her or us. Not emotionally. It was too soon. But I’d told her over and over how incredible the sex was, and that was every day for the past week. We had sex all over my house, in every room except the garage. I told you, girls never cared about garages.

Anyway, it was the best sex I’d ever had. Period.

Sex with Minka had been incredible. But sex with Brigid was something different. I didn’t want to say magical because that sounded fucking lame. But it was, I don’t know, more. More intense. More connected. More everything.

I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t deny it either. That’s why I knew I had it bad. No, not bad. Worse. I’d known I had it bad for Brigid minutes after we met. Not only was she hot, but she was a damn doctor. I loved her strength and intelligence. And her kid was as cool as she was. But after sex? I was hooked. Addicted. There was no way I could
not
be with Brigid.

No. Way.

The real reason I hadn’t told Brigid how I felt about her was because it felt like too much too soon. I felt like I sounded desperate. Nobody wanted desperate.

Standing in the far end of my spacious four car garage where my workshop was, Dean turned the lion carving around in his hands. “That’s mighty fine work. Never seen anything like it.”