Mesmerized (12 page)
Authors: Lauren Dane
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotic fiction, #General, #Adult, #Erotica, #Mercenary troops
Her mouth was hot, wet and sweet as she teased his tongue, sucking it, stroking the underside with the tip of hers.
It was only because his hands gripped the bedding so hard that he hadn’t ripped her clothing from her body. Each time she arched against him it sent shock waves through his brain.
“Are you happy?” she repeated when he managed to drag his lips from hers.
He blinked to clear his head, and Piper couldn’t stop her laughter from bubbling up. “In your life, I mean. I
hope
you’re happy right now. Part of you is anyway.” She canted her hips forward, grinding herself against his hard-on.
hope
you’re happy right now. Part of you is anyway.” She canted her hips forward, grinding herself against his hard-on.
“I’m good at what I do.”
This was important to him. She could tell by the way he tipped his chin as he said it.
“What is it you do exactly?”
A hint of a smile flirted at the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t give in.
“Come on, Andrei. You know I’ll pester you until you tell me. Save us both the effort.”
The right corner of his mouth quirked up briefly.
“I’ll let you see my tits.”
His amusement darkened into something else. Something raw and starkly sexual. Appraising.
That expression unsettled her. Reminded her she wasn’t playing flirtation with some silly boy from town. The man she wrapped about like a wanton was dangerous. He was a predator as clearly as the day was long.
The intensity of their chemistry hummed between them. The playfully sexual nature of the moment melded into something headier, thicker. The humming between them became a throb, stealing her breath.
“You should go back to your room, Piper.”
She paused, mulling over how to respond. All the while lost in his eyes. That pale blue had darkened with emotion.
“I’m not a universe traveler. I don’t have fine clothes. But I know some things. I know what I feel. I know who I am, and I’m proud of that. I know my flaws. My weaknesses as well as my strengths. One thing I’m not is a liar. Least of all to myself.
“This thing between us is long past me leaving the room. I could. And we’d still want each other. A man like you? How often do not get what you want? Hm?”
He licked his lips, and her pussy spasmed. So much control. His muscles coiled as he lay against her. She moved in, her lips just against his. “I want you. You want me. This is going to happen.”
She could sense all that power drawing within him, sense his ability to leash it, and his growing resistance to stopping her. “I’m not good for you.”
She laughed. “Gods, you’re right about that. You were trouble when we were young, and you sure as seven hells are now. But my pussy is wet for you. My nipples ache. I don’t want to masturbate. Again. I want you. In me. I don’t need you to be good for me. I just need you to be who you are.”
He groaned. “This is a bad idea.” He tried to pull away, but she stayed, her limbs holding him to her.
“I want your mouth on me.”
He froze, and she realized he was as bent as she. “Do you now?” he murmured, the tension falling from him.
She nodded, her bravado slightly diminished as he looked at her with such raw appraisal.
He took her wrists, stretching her arms above her head, holding her in one of his hands. Tight, but shy of pain. She was where he wanted her, and that sent her heart beating wildly in her chest. She swallowed hard on a wave of pleasure at being restrained that way.
He pressed an openmouthed kiss to the side of her neck. A series of sharp nips of teeth and the flat of his tongue laving away the sting followed.
She struggled against his hold, and he pulled back to look into her face. She paused, fascinated by the way so much played over his face. He was usually so implacable, but just at that moment she saw the argument he had with himself.
It was important that he understand her struggles were play. She only knew she wanted him totally unleashed. She’d waited eleven years. Piper didn’t want nice sedate four or five fuck sessions and then he would leave. She wanted all Andrei had to give, wanted him to trust her enough to let go.
“Give it to me, Andrei,” she urged, rolling her hips. “I don’t want you diluted. I won’t break. Use me. Let me use you.”
His eyes darkened as his lips parted.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Don’t fucking insult me. I know exactly what I’m asking for. You like holding me like that. You like restraining me, being in charge. So what? I like it when you restrain me like that. I like it when you’re in charge. I’m no virgin. You of all people should know that.”
He pushed up, hopping from the bed to pace.
“I know you want to fuck me, Andrei. Your cock is hard. You kissed me first.”
“I told you, I’m not good for you.”
She got to her knees on the bed, peeled her shirt off and then shimmied from her pants and underthings. She waited, naked, unashamed of her body, especially when he looked at her with such raw longing it tugged at her belly.
“You’ve grown up. And so have I. What good will denying yourself do? I have no intention of you leaving Asphodel without having sex with me. At least once. I didn’t survive this fucking place by being nice and taking no for an answer, and you know this better than most. I am offering myself to you, and you try to remain aloof. Am I unpleasant to look upon then?”
He scrubbed his hands over his face. “You’re beautiful, Piper. You always have been. It’s not that. I’m here on a job. It’s an important job. I need to keep my focus.”
“Right now?” She sat, back resting against the wall. And slowly drew her knees up, exposing herself to him. She’d never been this bold with anyone before. But he was Andrei. She wanted him, and if she didn’t take some drastic action, he’d keep trying to make up reasons to be noble.
His gaze snagged on her hands as they slid over her knees and down her thighs, toward her pussy.
“I’m going to come. You can make it happen, or I will, but you can’t expect me to walk out of here without it.” She spread her pussy open to his gaze, delighted in the way his attention sharpened. Watched his control weaken. “What’s it going to be?” Her breath hitched as she tapped on her clit a few times with the pad of her middle finger.
With a groan he was back, moving her hand out of the way, replacing it with his mouth.
Her taste shocked him. Memories rushed back, memories of the way she’d been, juxtaposed with the Piper of today. Bold. Sexually aggressive. Hot and sweet. Creamy and juicy. Her fingers wove through his hair and tugged, holding him in place.
He groaned again, his mouth open against her, his tongue flicking over her clit. Backing up, he pulled her with him, tugging her hips to bring her to the edge of the bed. On his knees there he could get to her better, brace himself as he pushed his face into her cunt, brushing his lips from side to side until her thighs began to tremble.
She was everything he tasted, smelled, saw, felt. In that moment she was utterly his, and that exploded through him, shaking him, cracking his resolve to keep his distance. Each time he had to make a hard choice, he found himself doing it with her in mind. How could he let himself touch her? See her? How could he let himself kiss her? And here he was, mouth on her cunt, submerged in her as much as he could be.
Knowing this was over the line. Knowing he should stop after he made her come. Knowing he should draw a halt to all this right then without another breath of her. But he wouldn’t.
There were no excuses he could make to himself to allow for this with her. None. Nothing more than that he wanted it with a ferocity that caused him pain to resist. She was his greatest weakness and his greatest joy. He could not refuse her.
Wouldn’t.
His fingers dug deep into the muscles of her hips. Above him she writhed, keeping as quiet as she could because others slept nearby. Knowing she wanted to scream out instead shook Andrei, sharpened the sensuality of what they shared just then.
And then his nails abraded her skin as he moved down to push her thighs open, exposing her totally to his gaze. So beautiful, he gentled, taking long licks through her, paying homage.
Teasing, he slid his fingertip around her gate over and over, getting a little deeper each time. She couldn’t hold back her gasp when he added a second finger, curling his wrist to catch her sweet spot on each stroke.
Her fingers against his skull, urging and cradling all at once, he allowed her to move him upward again where he flicked that sensitive spot just beneath her clit as he sucked it in between his lips.
Her muscles tightened as her hips rocked. She whispered his name hoarsely as she came. And then he gave in and bit. Right on her thigh. High enough no one would have cause to see it unless she was naked.
A cry escaped her as his teeth sank into her skin. He pushed her right to the limit where pleasure had flowed into pain, but she held on through that burn, and it bloomed into a bone-deep nearorgasmic sensation.
She sighed through it, soaking it in as it flowed into her climax, extending it and leaving her a warm heap of satisfied woman.
He laved over the bite and picked her up gently, settling them both in his bed, beneath the blankets. Relief flooded her that he was making no attempt to leave or start making excuses for leaving or not doing this a few thousand times more.
“You still have your clothes on.” She frowned once she had full control of her muscles again. Leaning on her elbow, she shook her head. “Rectify that at once, or I shall be very vexed.”
The serious look on his face wisped away as his mouth curved up at the corner. Not wanting to resist, Piper dipped her head to draw the tip of her tongue there.
He turned his head then, meeting her lips with his own, and she rolled atop him, taking her time as she explored him. He tasted of her, but mixed with him, which made it alluring and taboo.
His lips called to be licked and nibbled so she did, while he caressed every part of her he could reach. Kneading, scoring lightly with his blunt nails, a tug and pinch of her left nipple.
Piper had been warm and relaxed after that orgasm, and now she began to burn for him again. She rolled off, trying to catch her breath. “Go on then.” She winked and laughed when he snorted his response.
But he got up from the bed anyway and pulled his long-sleeved shirt from his body, exposing a torso that made her purr with delight. Lean muscle lay flat across his shoulders and down his arms. His chest was lightly dusted with inky-dark hair. He’d only had a little body hair before. A boy only barely entering manhood.
His belly was magnificent. She moved to sit so she could get a better look at him. Flat. Row after row of ridged muscle. And in the center, at his navel, a dark line of hair trailing down to where she knew his cock was.
“Wow.” She looked him up and down, and every part of her sprang to life.
“A fine compliment, milady.” He bowed theatrically, and it nearly made her swoon. More than that mind-altering climax he’d given her with his mouth, the way he’d just shown her a moment of whimsy was ridiculously flattering. As if he’d given her a compliment, which, she supposed, he had.
“What else have you got hiding in those trousers?” She looked at him, mock-stern.
His bark of laughter was rusty, as if he rarely did it. “Am I to worry over my virtue then?”
“Oh yes. Most assuredly.” She nodded.
He shoved his pants down, along with his underwear, and it was a very close thing that Piper did not clap.
“Andrei Solace, what lovely treats you bring to my party.”
Like the rest of him, his legs were long and lean, tightly muscled with thicker thighs, again with a light dusting of hair, and hard calves.
Piper moved from the bed, walking around him as he stood there, allowing it. Unable to resist, she unbound his hair, letting it wash over his shoulders and back and down to what had to be one of the finest asses in all of existence.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” She trailed around him again, taking his hand and drawing him back to bed.
“Such flattery to draw my pants away.” He smiled at her, and she soaked it in.
“It worked.” She laughed and scrambled astride his body, rubbing herself over his cock.
“Indeed.” He rolled them so that he was on top, teasing her with his cock as he pinned her. And again, she found her hands over her head as he held them tight in a firm but gentle grip. This time there was no hesitation in him when she struggled.
Piper found herself outrageously wet as he teased her with his cock. He nibbled down the line of her neck and across her collarbone, pausing to lick and kiss the hollow of her throat. His free hand moved to her nipple, where he worked some sort of magic with the way he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling it just exactly right. Keeping that edge.
“What is it you said you wanted?” he murmured, kissing the underside of her jaw, still teasing her with the head of his cock. Just barely entering her before sliding it up and over her clit and then back to her gate again.
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