Loving Lies (2 page)

Her busy tongue licked at his before drawing back. His lips tugged at hers, sipped from them, tasted the inexperience and the raging need, and became all the more intense for her unknowing sexuality. She was a temptress, unaware of her own power, of the violent lust she aroused within him. Struggling back from him, she stared into his eyes and smiled a mysterious, dangerous smile of feminine awareness before she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands gripped his spread knees as she knelt between them.

“Or maybe this.” Her head lowered, taking him in a kiss that incinerated his control and any second thoughts he may have had.

“Sweet God!” His head fell back as she licked up his cock. Hot satin heat spread from the base of his dick to the thick, throbbing head as her tongue stroked him. She wiggled a bit there, probed a bit here, until his hips lifted and one hand gripped her hair as the other held his cock and aimed it for her mouth. “Open up, baby.”

She opened. Slade watched, lust burning inside him as her pink lips parted, covered the bulging head and sucked him into her mouth. It was a pleasure so destructive, so all consuming he could do nothing but lose himself to it. She wiped away reality, stole his soul.

“Son of a bitch.” His hand tightened in her hair as her tongue licked, her mouth sucked. She was inexperienced, but what she lacked in knowledge she more than made up for in hot, sweet pleasure. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth over his cock were stealing his control, causing his flesh to tighten further, to spill a copious amount of pre-come into her hot mouth. She lapped it up like the little sex kitten she was, humming in approval of his taste.

“Like this, baby.” Both hands moved to her hair and began to direct her. “Slow and easy, sweetheart. Suck it like your favorite lollipop. There you go…” He was panting as her tongue swirled over his tight flesh, her mouth moving up and down a second before that hot tongue probed at the head.

“Sweet baby,” he whispered. His fingers tangled in the silken strands as her soft hands wrapped around the base of his erection. She began a slow, gliding, stroking action along the rest of the shaft as her hot lips destroyed him.

“So pretty…” And she was. The most beautiful creation he had ever laid eyes on. “There you go, baby, suck me slow and hot, just like that. God, your fucking tongue is killing me.” She stroked, licked, sucked, taking him nearly to her throat before pulling back, only to sink down on him again. Her lips, tongue and mouth surrounded him with damp heat.

Her eyes gleamed up at him, heavy-lidded, dark with wonder as he fucked her mouth. And if she wasn't careful she was going to end this phase of the game way before he was ready for it.

“Enough.” He lifted her head, tugging at her hair as a dark, deep moan left her lips.

“Like that?” He pulled at her hair again, watching as his dick slid free of her lips with a small pop.

“Don't make me stop.” Her hands were busy little things, moving over the stiff flesh even as he drew her to him.

“Shh, baby. Come up here.” He wrapped his hands around her curvy waist, lifting her to her feet as he rose from the couch, looming over her, his hands sliding up her narrow waist until they paused just below her heaving breasts.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you,” he growled. “You've been like a fever in my blood ever since you turned sixteen. A sweet little baby with no clue how depraved I could get with that soft body of yours.”

A secretive smile tilted her lips.

“Are you going to spank me?” she whispered. She was a temptress, a soft little sex baggage and he was going to take what he had come to consider his. “Be careful, Slade, I might like it.”

He knew she would. But first—first there was one need he couldn't control any longer. Her kiss. Those pouty, soft lips that wrapped around his cock had other business to attend to now. Namely, his tongue.

He lowered his head, watching her breath catch, her eyes flutter as a whimpering cry left her throat a second before he took her lips. He should have made allowances for her innocence, he knew. He should have started out soft, should have eased her into it. But God he was hungry for it. He needed to taste her worse than he needed to breathe right now.

She was sweet heat. She was a fire he couldn't extinguish inside his soul—and she was his.

His lips moved over hers, his tongue pressing past as a gasp left her lips. A heated whimper echoed from her throat and her hands lifted, sliding into his hair, gripping the thick strands as she arched against him.

Fuck yeah! She tasted like midnight. Like a hot summer night. Her tongue met his hesitantly as he swept in, a rough growl leaving his throat as his lips slanted over hers and he jerked her to him.

His hands moved up her back as he twined his tongue with hers, finding the small catch to the bikini top and jerking it loose. He could feel her trembling against him, her fingers pulling at his hair as his lips ate at hers. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't kiss her deeply enough, strongly enough, couldn't convince himself he was tying her to him fast enough.

Within seconds he had the top released, tossing it carelessly to the side and not really caring where it fell. And then her breasts were pressing into his chest. Hot little nipples, hard as pebbles, poked into his flesh, bringing a rumbling groan to his throat as he tore his lips from hers.

“Come here.” Feeling her knees grip his hips, he lifted her to his chest, turning and moving through the opened door that led into the bedroom. The bed. He had to get her to the fucking bed before he took her on the couch. And it was a possibility. Damn, he was so hot, so ready to fuck he could feel the sizzle of impending release tingling at the base of his spine.

“Slade…” Her soft, heated voice stole his sanity. “Oh God, Slade, I've waited forever for you touch me.”

He had waited forever to touch her. So many years. He could feel them weighing on his shoulders, his soul. She was his. By God, she belonged to him and no one else. He'd be damned if he'd let another man have her. Never. Not as long as he lived.

Holding her in his arms was natural, right. She was a living flame warming all the cold places that existed within himself, filling the lonely corners and surrounding him with light.

As he laid her back on the wide bed, staring down at the rapid movements of her swollen breasts, her gently rounded tummy and the tattoo peeking above the band of her bikini bottoms, Slade knew he had found something he had searched for most of his life. A sense of belonging.

Long, dark strands of hair haloed her face and head, spreading out on the pillow like a fan as her dark eyes watched him with heated need. Her arms stretched above her head, arching her breasts higher, a deliberate temptation he had to grit his teeth to refuse. His cock demanded he take her and take her now, but there were so many ways he needed to touch her. Love her.

“You're beautiful,” he breathed as he moved to stretch out beside her, his lips finding the fragrant hollow of her throat as her head fell back, her neck arching to his caress.

A trembling moan left her lips as she shuddered in response to his fingers moving to her tight nipples. Caressing her neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, he let his thumb and forefinger grip one hard bud, exerting just enough pressure to test her limits for the pleasure/pain he knew he could give her.

God, she was so young. Too young to know how dark, how intense sex could be. How far he could push her as he stole the illusion of control from her.

She lifted her breasts to him, a ragged cry filling the night a second before his lips took hers again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as he began to push her. He wanted all of her. Every shred of control, her last inhibition, the innocence that was so much a part of her and filled him with such hunger.

He filled his hands with her breasts, his fingers tormenting her nipples as she began to move beneath him. Her hands gripped his hair now, pulling at the strands to hold him closer, to take his kiss deeper as he consumed her. Hell, she was consuming him.

The sight of those bikini bottoms were still tempting him. Even now, his mind focused on her kiss, on the hard mounds beneath his hand, all he could think about was that damned tattoo. He had to see it. Breaking off the kiss, he spread hard, hungry kisses down the line of her throat as one hand moved over her trembling stomach to the material shielding the soft flesh of her pussy.

He didn't have the control to move easily, to ease her into anything. He pushed his hand beneath the material then stilled in shock at what met his touch.

“Fuck,” he breathed roughly, lifting his head to stare into her dazed eyes. “What the hell have you done?”

Rising to his knees, he gripped the band circling her hips and tore the fragile material from her. Just that easy, the scraps of fabric ripped from her body and were tossed carelessly to the floor. He reached for the light overhead and flipped it on.

She lay before him, silken flesh glistening with a satin sheen, bared to his gaze, his touch. The tender folds devoid of the soft curls that should have been there. She had waxed. There was no evidence of shaving, no look of roughness or redness—the flesh was just soft, natural and glistening with a thick layer of feminine cream that had his mouth watering in hunger.

He was dying to touch. To open her with his fingers, to taste her with his tongue. The peaches-and-cream flesh gleamed in temptation as his gaze lifted to the small tattoo just above her thigh. A small smile tilted his lips.

Fanciful, like Jessie was. The dragon breathed out a flame, but had a decidedly feminine air to it. The soft colors of the dragon pulled at what little light shone from the front of RV and looked sexy as hell.

“That is such a ‘Jessie' tattoo,” he whispered, seeing the fierce, yet feminine core of Jessie that he loved so much in the whimsical creature.

“I thought you might like it.” She breathed out, panting, her face flushed and lips swollen as she stared back at him. She made him crave her. Crave fucking her, hearing her screams echoing around him as she pleaded for everything he could give her. And he could give her so much.

“I love it,” he whispered. “More than I should.” His fingers feathered over it before moving to the swollen flesh below, feeling the sweet heat of her juices against his fingertips as he followed the narrow slit to the entrance of her vagina.

“Slade…” Her cry echoed around him as he rimmed the sweet opening, his fingertip caressing, testing it as he parted her. She was honey slick and hot cream. The feel of her dragged a groan from his lips as she lifted to him, her thighs parting further.

He needed to taste her. He watched as his fingers slid through the juices that eased from her pussy, his chest aching as he forced himself to breathe, fighting to drag enough air into his body. She stole his breath, his control. His heart. In that moment Slade realized Jessie had the control to break him, to complete him.

“You're too young,” he whispered as he lifted his fingers from the sweet flesh he had been caressing. Bringing them to his lips, he ignored the shock that widened her lips as he licked at the sweetness, his cock jerking as the silky slide of her passion fed his lust.

Watching her closer, he moved his hand, lowering it to her lips as he smoothed a small amount of the sweetness over her bottom lip.

“Taste how sweet you are,” he whispered. “The sweetest, softest little pussy in the world, and it's going to be mine. All mine. Isn't it, Jessie?”

A shudder ripped through her body as she watched him. Her wide, dark eyes burned into his soul as he saw the innocence that reflected in them. His Jessie was soft and sweet, and untried. Untrained to passion. Slade knew he should have left her alone, knew he should walk away, but once he tasted her, there was no denying her.

“Taste yourself,” he urged her gently, despite the roughness of his voice. He needed to see her accepting the hungers that tore through her, needed to know she was immersing herself as deeply into the lust as he had been dragged into it.

A blush stole over her face before running along the slender column of her neck to the rapid rise and fall of her hard-tipped breasts. Then her tongue emerged, sweetly pink, and licked at the juice glistening on her lips before it curled around his finger.

He watched as she suckled delicately at his finger and his cock jerked violently, remembering the feel of that hot little mouth tugging at him. Sharp teeth scraped over the pad of his finger as her eyes, dark and filled with longing, gazed up at him.

She would destroy his soul, he thought, so very easily. Or she could remake his world and fill it with a light he had never imagined possible.

He prayed for the light.

Chapter Two

 

Staring up at Slade, Jessie could feel the tension tightening in her body as need began to outweigh innocence as well as feminine fear. Just being in the same vicinity as Slade could make her flesh heat, her womb shudder with need. As though her skin were suddenly too tight, her internal temperature too hot, she became combustible when he was around.

“I'm going to taste you, sweet baby,” he whispered, a wicked smile curving his lips as his gray eyes swept over her parted thighs. “I'm going to eat you like candy. Think you can handle that?”

No. But her hips lifted to him anyway as a cry fell from her lips. She had no control, no desire for control. Nothing mattered but Slade's touch. The heat of his hands, his lips, oh God…his tongue.

He lay between her thighs, his hands cupping her rear to lift her closer as his tongue swiped through the narrow cleft of her pussy. The burning, agonizing pleasure tore through her, tightening her body with such intensity that she felt she would shatter.

But he didn't let her shatter. Gentle licks followed, short laps that caressed and burned, that made her jerk in his grip as she fought for more. A deeper caress, firmer, something to relieve the driving pulse of hunger beating in her clit. And he teased her. He didn't consume her, he didn't drive her over the edge, he kept her poised upon it.