Jack Stone - Wild Justice (12 page)

She shifted her weight, tilting her pelvis at an enchanting angle and there was suddenly a soft sly smile on her lips as she reached up slowly and took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She stared across the room, her gaze suddenly bold and provocative. Stone’s eyes were dark, intense.

Lilley moistened her lips, then rolled the nipple between her fingers until it swelled and grew hard. She trailed her free hand down across the hollow of her abdomen, lower still until it was between her parted thighs, cupping the soft smoothly shaved skin of her mound. She shuddered from the erotic sensory thrill of being so brazen and so wanton.

“Now get on your knees,” Stone said.

She responded to his tone, the words themselves just an echo, for his voice had become suddenly lower and taken on a new power that resonated somewhere deep within so that to obey him was intuitive.

Stone
rose from the bed slowly, and the swell within his jeans was hard and thick. Lilley sank to the floor, instinctively lowered her head, as though somehow she knew it was expected. She moved her knees wide apart so that her body was on display, and all the while her heart was racing and the blood thrilled like a relentless drum against her temples.

As she lowered her head,
Lilley’s hair fell forward in a veil across her face. Stone reached out, ran a gentle hand down her cheek, marveling in the softness of her skin and the heat of her body. Then he fisted a handful of her hair and tugged so that her head was jerked up, and her eyes blazed with something that was primitive and erotic and pure sexual arousal.

“You will obey me,” he said.

She nodded without hesitation.

“And you will do all I command.”

Lilley nodded again.

He lifted her to her feet and led her to the foot of the bed, bending her at the waist and positioning her with her feet side apart. “Grip the ironwork,” Stone said. Lilley did as he commanded.

He went around behind her, stood admiring her body once more, his eyes feasting on the round firm shape of her buttocks and the tantalizing shadow between her thighs. He scratched his fingernails down her back and she arched herself involuntarily and moaned. Then he ran his hands up the length of both thighs, starting at her knees and sliding them higher and higher until she was trembling and her body was pressing down, craving the moment of his touch. But it never came. Stone stopped, reached around her until he had the firm weight of one of her breasts in his hand. He squeezed her nipple until she winced.

“Open your mouth,” Stone said. “And keep it open.”

He stood back, slid out of his jeans and then knelt on the bed so that the thick length of him was thrusting between the wrought iron pattern – and just an inch from Lilley’s Pond’s open, waiting mouth.

He leaned forward and slid himself between her lips, feeling the softness of her tongue and the hot wetness of her mouth envelope him. He clenched his teeth, set his jaw, and took another fistful of her hair. “Keep your mouth open,” he hissed.

He used Lilley’s mouth for his pleasure, filling her completely until her nose was pressed against the flat muscle of his abdomen, and then withdrawing himself slowly until just the swollen throbbing head of his shaft was resting between her lips. Lilley gasped, tried desperately to suck in lungsful of air, as Stone worked himself deeper and deeper into her open mouth whilst all the while she held her body passive and pliant.

“Good girl,” Stone growled. He could feel the slippery slide of her tongue as she fluttered it along the underside of his shaft. He felt the sensations as she sucked, and new sensations as he grazed himself across her teeth. He felt himself swelling, pulsing and throbbing as his body responded to her willingness.

Finally he withdrew himself and she looked up expectantly.

“Come to me,” Stone said.

Lilley crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, sleek and slowly, each move accentuating the sway of her hips and the swell of her perfect breasts. She waited until Stone positioned her with her head on the pillows and he slapped the cheek of her bottom with the palm of his hand. Lilley moaned again, thrust back eagerly, and he slapped her again so that the flesh turned red and he could see the imprint of his hand. Lilley made a sexy, aroused whimpering sound, muffled by the pillow.

“Brace yourself.”

Stone nudged Lilley’s legs wide apart and pressed the thickness of himself against the folds of her sex. She was wet, her body aroused beyond tolerance, so that Stone felt a warm rush of her juices coat his fingers. He slid himself across the swollen puffy folds of her opening, and when he felt her pressing back as if to capture him, he finally, slowly, eased himself deep inside her.

Lilley’s mouth fell open, her whole body gripped by a seizure of overwhelming pleasure. She clawed at the sheets, as Stone eased himself deeper and her body adjusted to the thickness and har
dness of him. She lifted her head off the pillow, tossing her hair from side to side, pushing back onto him to feel the glorious fullness of him.

Stone grunted as their bodies became fully joined. He clamped his hands at her waist, deliberately digging his fingers into the firmness of her body, so that she felt totally pinned and vulnerable and restrained.

Sensations Lilley never experienced and never dreamed were possible began to surge through her body, coming from every nerve and fiber, detonating between her legs and behind her eyes. The thrill of being at Stone’s mercy was like a primal satisfaction that she had yearned for, yet never before understood. Now she did.

Jack Stone made her feel like a woman.

Her first orgasm was simply too much, simply too intense to restrain. She couldn’t hold back. Every slow measured thrust and every sweaty press of their bodies against each other stoked a fire that became a blaze, and then a wildfire. She clenched her teeth, whimpered – and then suddenly she was crying out in joy and sobbing with emotion.

Stone was relentless. He felt Lilley’s body grip tight
ly around his shaft and begin to pulse, but still he drove himself into her open, writhing body. And still – somehow – she thrust back to meet every new plunge until at last he felt himself beginning to thrill.

He felt the tenseness low down in the pit of his stomach, and then the heat of Lilley’s body seemed to spark and ignite along the length of his shaft. He slowed, drawing out the
sensations, only to be met by Lilley’s own urgent need that hurtled them both relentlessly towards oblivion.

“Cum with me!” Stone hissed.

“Yes. God, yes!”

He flexed the muscles in his thighs, felt the tension spreading across his shoulders and the muscles in his chest. Felt the whole of his body go rigid, like a bow that was stretched to the very point of impossible pressure.

And then Stone exploded, head thrown back to the ceiling, a cry of satisfaction like a roar in the back of his throat and the chords in his neck swollen and bulged. The eruption of his orgasm triggered Lilley’s own release a moment later so that she twisted and writhed against him until there was nothing left. Nothing at all except ache and satisfaction and exhaustion.

Afterwards, when the passion had burned through,
Lilley lay peacefully wrapped around him, entangled in the sheets and their bodies still damp with sweat. She felt a strange sense of triumph and deep fulfillment, as though she had achieved something of importance. Something spiritual. Something mystical that went beyond the mere pleasure of her orgasm. She propped herself up on one elbow and traced the outline of a scar on Stone’s forehead with the delicate gentle touch of a fingertip and asked him softly, “How did you get this?”

Stone grunted.
The scar ran in a semi-circle, starting at the bridge of his nose and arcing up over his eyebrow. It was a thin line of white flesh, faded over the years.

“Shooting incident,” he said.

Lilley was instantly intrigued. “When you were in the army?”

He shook his head and smiled. “No. When I was fifteen,” he said. “I went hunting in the woods with a friend. He was older than me, and he had rifles. We went shooting targets, and when it was my turn to fire, I put my eye too close to the telescopic sight. The recoil of the weapon kicked back and drove the rim of the sight into my forehead.”

Lilley blinked. “You’re lucky you weren’t blinded.”

Stone nodded. “I got a concussion,
ten stitches and a black eye,” he said softly. “And I learned to respect a firearm – the hard way.”

Her fingertip drifted higher to the other scar on his forehead. It was about an inch long, a raised ridge. “And this one?”

“Bar fight,” Stone said. “I head-butted a guy in a bar in Chicago. When his nose broke, some of the shattered bone cut into my forehead.”

Lilley shuddered as if she were cold. She curled up close to him and touched his shoulder. “And the tattoo?”

“That’s the date my sister Susan was born,” Stone said, his voice suddenly gaining an edge. “I got it to remind me every day why I am doing this, and how important it is to find her.”

There was a long silence. Lilley ran her fingers through the whorls of crisp curly hair across Stone’s chest, making a soft contented humming sound as she did. Stone closed his eyes – and then suddenly the sound of a phone ringing from somewhere in the house cut through the sexy silence.

Lilley sat upright and there was a split-second of confusion on her face as she went through the usual
‘I wonder who the hell is ringing me at this time of the night’
process. Then she glanced across at the bedside clock.

“Oh hell!” she said.

She scrambled naked from the bed and snatched at a silk dressing gown hanging on a hook behind the door. It was short, with a red and black oriental pattern printed into the fabric. Stone had a brief glimpse of Lilley’s perfectly shaped ass as she disappeared down the hallway.

Stone could hear Lilley’s voice as a murmur
, but when she didn’t return to the bedroom after five minutes he pulled on his jeans and went to investigate.

Lilley was standing in the living room, holding a cordless phone to her ear. She was gesturing with her other hand – waving it around
and tracing random shapes in the air as she spoke.

“Yes, mom,” she said. “I know it’s aunty Pearl’s birthday next week. Of course I’ll phone her.”

Stone went to the kitchen and stood by the table, watching Lilley. He watched the way she moved, and the slow sway of her hips under the shiny material. She caught sight of him and rolled her eyes. Then she held the phone away from her ear, gave him a look of despair, and smiled. Stone smiled back.

“Yes mom,” she spoke into the phone again. “I had a good day. In fact I had a
very
,
very
good day,” she said, putting emphasis on her words in all the right places and then coming towards where Stone stood, arching her eyebrows at him and licking her lips provocatively. She was standing disconcertingly close to him, enveloping him with her scent and her sensual unaffected beauty.

Stone
let out a sudden growl and reached out for her. Lilley’s face registered a flash of horrified surprise and she tried to step away, but Stone’s hand clutched at her wrist and pulled her close to him. Lilley gave a breathless little gasp, and then hurried an explanation to her mother, while Stone’s hands were suddenly tugging at the cord around her waist, pulling open the gown and sliding it down off her shoulders so her breasts were exposed.

Lilley shuddered. She tried to pull away again, but one of Stone’s hands wrapped around her waist as he lowered his mouth to her breast.
Her flesh was hot and silky, and he felt her nipple harden and pucker between his tugging lips. She continued to struggle unconvincingly, and then her whole body seemed to soften like wax as she began to melt into his arms.

“Oh, God!” Lilley sighed, a soft
ragged groan of pleasure – and then said louder into the phone, “No, mom. I wasn’t talking to you. There was something on the news.”

Stone sucked and
teased her nipple, then moved his mouth across to the other breast. Lilley changed the phone into her other hand, and clutched him to her, lacing her fingers into his hair. She felt herself beginning to tremble. She threw back her head and surrendered to his touch. Stone backed her up against the edge of the table and his cunning fingers began to explore beneath the short hem of the gown.

“Mom, I have to go!” Lilley said, strained to keep her voice emotionless and monotone whilst Stone’s hands and mouth ravaged her. “I think I
’ll go to bed. I’m feeling kind of tired.”

Stone’s free hand slid down between her legs, and Lilley had no way to avoid the jolt of erotic sensations that his touch sparked. She could feel the edge of the table against the back of her thighs, and so she held her breath and tried to stifle the sobs of pleasure as one of Stone’s fingers slipped deep within the slick moistness of her sex.

Lilley thumped the phone to end the call. Her hands were shaking. The phone fell from her grip, clattered to the floor. She didn’t even notice.

“God!” she
sighed, the sounds in the back of her throat a husky growl. “God yes, Jack!”

Stone slid a second finger inside Lilley, and they stood face to face so he could see the wild desperate look in her eyes as she bucked her hips and thrust herself down hard to feel the fullness of his touch.
She bit her bottom lip between her teeth. She groaned, and then slumped her head against his shoulder, her breath coming in short little gasps as the rising sensations between her parted thighs turned her knees to jelly.