Loving Lies (4 page)

“I'm going to come.” He stared into her eyes as he warned her of the explosion to come. “Hold me tight, baby, I'm going to fill that pretty mouth if you don't stop, and if I do, you'll swallow every fucking drop.” The thought of her taking him so intimately, his semen pulsing over her tongue, the intimate taste filling her mouth, was overwhelming.

She hummed in response, her eyes darkening as her mouth tightened on him.

“Do you like that, sweet thing?” He groaned. “Do you like knowing you have my nuts tied in knots at the thought of fucking your mouth until I shoot every drop of seed in them down your throat?”

Her face flushed further, but her eyes glowed with arousal. That was how he wanted her, so fucking hot she would rival the sun for her heat.

“That's what you're going to get.” He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to relish the sight of her sucking his rigid flesh just a few seconds longer.

His cock had other ideas. Before he could control the impulse, his balls jerked, fire raced up his spine and he was holding himself to her throat, his fingers tight in her hair. Her eyes widened, her throat working convulsively as he felt his semen rush from the tip of his cock.

“Fuck! Son of a bitch!” He threw his head back, shuddering as he filled her mouth, feeling her swallow, suck, lick, drawing every damned drop of cum from his throbbing cock until he was forced to pull back rather than begin again.

“Wait.” Her voice was rough as she tried to follow him, her eyes dazed with passion. Her swollen lips pouted at his retreat.

“Hell, I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, pressing her to the lounger as he moved behind her. Urging her legs apart, he jerked the bottle of oil from the side of the reclining chair. “You said you heard about me?” he growled, his hand smoothing over the sweet curves of her ass. “You heard what I like?”

She shuddered, her hips twitching, lifting to him.

“Whatever you want,” she moaned, her voice husky, vibrating with arousal. “I told you that, Slade. Everything you want.”

He parted the curves of her rear, staring at the little pucker hidden within it, the soft pink flesh surrounding it. It was so tiny, a tight haven for his cock, a dark, heated portal to spend the hunger consuming him.

He jerked to his feet, ignoring her whimper as he lifted her, pulled the pad from the lounger and tossed it to the deck beneath his feet.

“Lie down, baby. On your stomach.” He pushed her to the cushioned pad, spreading her thighs, lifting her knees until her ass was raised before him, the entrance he sought peeking from between the gentle cheeks.

“It will hurt at first,” he warned her, knowing he couldn't let the erotic pain surprise her. “You'll have to relax, sweetheart. Press out to me. You can't fight me, even for a minute.”

He lifted the bottle of oil, dribbling the heated slickness along the narrow cleft as his fingers caught it and began to work it against the flexing entrance. She was whimpering, exciting growls of female demand leaving her throat as he worked the finger into her, watching the hole part for him before pulling back, adding more oil, then joining that finger with the second.

She flinched, a startled cry leaving her lips as he pressed both digits in and worked them in small screwing motions inside her. The hot cries spilling from her lips were filled with pleasure though, rather than denial. He pulled free, added more of the slick oil before beginning to work the third finger in with the first two.

She pressed back, opening for him as a startled cry left her lips and a tremor raced up her spine. But she took him, clenching around his fingers as he fucked them inside her slow and easy, scissoring them, stretching the snug muscles. His chest tightened and his breathing began to rasp from his throat.

He pulled free seconds later, coated his cock with the oil then pressed the head against the pink entrance.

“Breathe in, baby,” he crooned as he parted the cheeks wide and began to stretch the little hole. “Now out, breathe out and take me, Jessie. Give me your ass, baby.”

She gave. Screaming in pleasure, her pussy weeping against the fingers he placed over it to be certain it was pleasure rather than agony he was giving her. He watched his cock sink inside her, one slow, torturous inch at a time as every muscle in his body strained to hold back.

He was sweating furiously, blinking back the moisture dripping into his eyes as he watched the tiny entrance open wide for the length of steel-hard cock impaling it. Breathing hurt, because the pleasure was so fucking good. Because her cries were filled with shocked arousal and pleas for more and her pussy was drenched with the juices flowing from her.

He swore he would take her slow and easy. That he would ease her into this new experience, show her all the gentleness he could rake out of his soul. He was taking the final bit of virginity she possessed. His dick had now taken every portal possible and there wasn't a doubt in his mind she belonged to him, body and soul. He could afford to go slow. To slide his cock in as he watched her clench around it. To ease back, watching the oil-slick flesh as it stretched her, penetrated her, until he could slide in. That lasted for all of a minute before his hips jerked and he watched in amazement as his body stole control from his mind and his cock slammed inside her.

She shuddered, a strangled scream leaving her throat.

“God, yes,” she cried, pushing back, impaling her ass harder on the spike-hard flesh invading it. “Harder, Slade. Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder.”

He was a man possessed. Out of control. One hand gripped her hip as the other speared two fingers deep inside her pussy as he moved over her. His cock began to thrust hard and fast inside her, his hips pumping into the soft cheeks of her ass as he reamed her with delicious abandon. There were no pleas to stop, to go easy.

“Yes,” her cries echoed around him. “Harder, Slade…” Her hips pumped harshly beneath him, pushing him harder up her ass as his fingers fucked her cunt. “Ah yes. It's so thick. Oh God, Slade, you're killing me… So hard… Harder…fuck my ass harder…harder…”

He growled, a demented sound of lust. He drove them both over the edge, feeling her pussy clench, convulse, erupt. The muscles of her ass clamped down on his cock, milking the seed from his balls and sending him careening into a bliss that had a strangled cry spilling from his own lips as he pumped his seed deep inside her hot little ass.

 

Jessie was in shock. She lay beneath Slade's body, shuddering in the aftereffects of a blinding orgasm, feeling his cock twitching. It filled her rear, spurting stream after stream of semen inside her, heating her anus with each spurt as he shuddered above her.

She couldn't believe… Pleasure and pain, in equal force, had torn through her as he impaled her ass, filling her until she was certain she couldn't take more, and yet she had, taken more, begged for more, screamed for it.

Yes, she had heard of his fascination for this particular act, how he teased and cajoled and convinced the few lovers who had allowed it. They had claimed it was highly overrated. Jessie was certain they had to have lost their minds. She wanted more, well, not right now maybe, but definitely later.

“Sweet baby,” he crooned, and she trembled as his lips stroked her shoulder. He moved, pulling his still-hard cock free of the tight grip she had on it. “We're going to kill each other at this rate.”

She whimpered. He popped free of her ass, feeling the heated slide of his semen as it followed his exit.

“Hmm, I'll die happy then.” A tired smile curved her lips. She refused to move, small shudders still racing through her body. He smoothed a hand over her back, her buttocks, lingering to caress the heated curves gently as he collapsed beside her.

“You're going to burn if you stay up here much longer.” He brushed her hair from her face as she opened her eyes, staring back at him drowsily.

He wasn't handsome, not really. Not that she had eyes for anyone else, but his sharp, arrogant features could never be described as good-looking. High cheekbones, an aristocratic nose that held a slight crook where it had been broken during a fight. A small scar slashed across the edge of his stubborn chin, another cut through the fierce dark blond brow over his left eye.

He was tall, over six-foot, and made her feel so protected, so feminine when he covered her, that the sensation caused her chest to ache. His body was lean and muscled, hard from the years of demanding physical work he performed with the construction company he had started with his two best friends. His hands were wide and long-fingered, and brought the most incredible pleasure imaginable.

“You better stop looking at me like that.” A smile curved those hard, sexy lips. Not too full, but well formed and sexy as all get out.

“I can't help it.” She was almost slurring her words she was so relaxed now. “You're a sex god, Slade. I think I've died and hit paradise.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and never failing to cause her tummy to clench in response.

“Then you're a goddess.” His hand lifted, smoothing the hair tossed over her cheek by a playful breeze, behind her ear. “Hell, if I'd had any idea what you had in store for me, I would have kidnapped you when you turned eighteen.”

“You should have.” She stretched as she turned to her back, her eyes closing against the rays of the sun, and tried to hide her regret from him. “I was willing.”

“You're too young,” he sighed, his hand moving to her stomach, his fingers sending frissons of pleasure racing through her system as he stroked the skin there. “I should be horse-whipped for fucking you the way I have. You're too tender…”

She sat up, turning to stare at him incredulously.

“You know, Slade, just because I'm not as experienced as the other women you've been screwing a path through, doesn't mean I don't know what sex is, or that I'm too damned stupid to understand the rumors of what you like. I wasn't aware there was an age limit on arousal.”

He lifted a brow in surprise as his eyes roved her nakedness, darkening to a stormy gray.

“Hell, honey,” he finally sighed. “Sometimes I'm not comfortable with the things I've imagined doing with you. I feel like a damned pervert already.”

“Why?” She stared at him, confused. “I enjoyed it. I trust you not to hurt me, or to stop if there's something I don't like. Is there something more I'm unaware of that goes along with this?” She waved her hand to indicate their nakedness.

He propped his head on his hand as he watched her, the other reaching out to stroke idly down her arm.

“I want to tie you down to my bed, spank your ass till you orgasm from it, then shove a butt plug up it so that when I fuck that tiny little pussy of yours it will feel like you're taking a baseball bat rather than my cock. And after I've finished shooting every drop of cum torturing my balls inside you, I want to spank you again just for the sheer pleasure of watching that pretty little ass blush and that bare pussy spill its juices.”

She blinked in shock, her ass clenching, her pussy fluttering in interest.

“Hell, Jessie, you're supposed to run screaming, not stare at me as though I just offered you diamonds.” He groaned as he collapsed back on the deck, one powerful forearm covering his eyes. “Hell, I think you're braver than I am.”

She couldn't speak. All she could think about was the image he left in her mind and the decadent arousal consuming her.

“I'm young, not a moron,” she snapped, fighting to control the impulse to suggest that they do that now. Right now. She didn't want to wait, no matter how sore her body was. “What, is there some law that says I can't be interested?”

She had been a virgin, not a social misfit. She knew well what sex was, as well as the different variations on it. She had cousins. They liked to talk. And they didn't mind sharing the details with their younger kin. They believed preparation was everything.

“There should be,” he grunted, lifting his arm to give her a dark, sexy look. “The things I want to do to you are probably illegal in every state of the union.”

She rolled her eyes, staring back at him in challenge. “Well, I wouldn't want to break the law. I guess I'll just have to start saying no instead. I'm sure I can manage. Ask Billy and Deke, I tell them no all the time.”

A frown instantly marred his brow as he rose, staring at her possessively. That look had her heart screaming in joy.

“Those two little bastards,” he snarled. “They'll piss me off one time too many and I'll jerk their dicks off.”

“Why?” She blinked at him in false innocence. “I'm too young for you, remember?”

He smiled, a hard curve of his lips that had nothing to do with amusement. “Baby, don't tempt the beast. I'll rip those little pricks end from end then I'll tie you to my bed and fuck you until you're too damned exhausted to blink, let alone torment me further.”

She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his shoulders, her lips barely a breath from his.

“As long as I'm yours,” she whispered, staring into his eyes as her own narrowed warningly. “No more Amys, Melissas or whoever else you've fucked over the past years, Slade. I don't share.”

He jerked her to him, his lips covering hers, stealing her breath as his tongue plunged into her mouth, staking a claim on her kiss that he had already staked on her body.

“Neither do I, baby,” he growled as he pulled back. “Remember that for good. Now get up and pull that shirt on I gave you. If I'm not mistaken, good ole Uncle Ron is riding to the rescue. I'm pretty sure that's his truck I hear heading this way.”

Her eyes widened as she cursed beneath her breath. Scrambling from his arms, she searched for the shirt he had given her earlier. The sound of the pickup was drawing closer as she secured the last button on the short-sleeve, dark blue man's shirt, checking to make certain it adequately covered her. Slade drew her toward the ladder, his cutoffs once again covering his lean hips and thighs.