The Innocent Liar (21 page)

Brynn smiled. It was a small smile, but it wasn’t hard to remember just what difficult meant when it came to Eli. She’d dealt with it plenty.

“It’s obvious he loves you very much. Can’t stop looking at you. Can’t stop touching you. Heck, what kind of man lets you drink fifteen hundred dollars’ worth of wine and then laughs about it as if it’s nothing?”

“I spit some of it out on the counter when I found out the price.” She giggled then, and her mom did too.

“I think I would too. Suppose we’ve been ignoring everyone long enough?”

“Yeah.”

Brynn pulled herself up from the bed, and they returned to the living room to find the rest of the group had cracked into yet another bottle of wine. They all had that lazy, mildly drunken stupor look to them, and Brynn heard a few slurred words as she entered. Eli was sitting on the hearth, watching her. He was the only sober one in the room, and his expression was as sober as his blood alcohol level appeared to be. He looked at her seriously as she walked over to him, and he said nothing as she sat beside him. He didn’t touch her, didn’t look at her, didn’t speak a word.

His father had one of his designs spread out on the coffee table. “Eli, I love this one. What are you using for it?”

“Mahogany.”

“Impressive.” His dad shook his head in something akin to disbelief and amazement. This was Eli’s art, and he really was talented.

When Donna stood, she looked around the room. “It’s been so good to meet you finally Brynn, and your mother as well, but I’m beat, so I’m going to say good night.” Tom stood then too, reaching for her hand, and soon, Brianna and Sam were on their feet as well. They said their good nights before leaving Eli and Brynn to stare at one another.

Brynn grabbed the wine glass her mother had been drinking and finished the last of it before grabbing the others that had been forgotten as well. She rinsed them in the kitchen sink, and when she turned around, Eli was standing across the kitchen watching her. They became locked in another staring war for a few long moments before she finally sighed and approached him.

“Why are you so impossible?” She peered up at him as he seared through her with his intense gaze. She was no longer frightened of his moods. She hadn’t been for some time. It didn’t mean she wasn’t intimidated by his continence at times, but she trusted him. He could get as angry as he wanted to get, but he’d always respect her. Didn’t mean he wasn’t stubborn enough to stay irritated with her for as long as he darn well wanted.

“I was thinking you were the impossible one.” He didn’t smile. His mood wasn’t lightened in the least. She eventually took his hand, pulling him back to his bedroom.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

B
rynn watched Eli as he crossed the room to his closet. He was forcing himself to be casual, though he’d spent the last hour in an emotional hell he’d been struggling to hide. It was a great night until it wasn’t. But he wasn’t willing to let it continue that way, not now that he had her alone, and she’d obviously decided to relent and sleep in his room. When he returned from the closet with two belts coiled up in his hand, he watched as her brow furrowed.

“Might want to lock that door.” He studied her challengingly as he said it, and she suddenly looked nervous.

“What are the belts for?”

“I owe you a bit of bondage, don’t I?”

“Maybe tonight’s not the best night.”

When he suddenly approached her, reaching behind her body and flipping the lock on the door, she gasped. “The list of things I’m not allowed to do when we have guests in the house seems to be growing, and I don’t have any appreciation for it. This is my home, and you’re mine too.” He was trying to calm his mood. His emotions had been on a yo-yo all evening with her. Her mother seemed great, and he already knew Sam was, but their families’ presence seemed to test Brynn’s place in his home.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What if they hear us?” She was talking quietly.

“I know how to be quiet when I fuck. It’s you I’m worried about. Call it another trust exercise. I want you to have control of me tonight.”

“Why?”

He sat on the side of the bed, looking up to her. “I’m trying to prostrate myself to you, and you’re asking why?”

She shrugged. She was confused. He was a little bit too. He felt vulnerable at the moment, and he was going to put himself in a position that would increase that ten-fold. What the hell was he thinking?

He stripped off his shirt quickly. It wasn’t until she was standing between his legs and he was nestling against her stomach that he was truly certain this was a good idea. Her hands stroked through his hair; it was one of her best moves, and he usually popped with goose bumps every time he felt her delicate fingers gliding through his hair. The sensation was intensely erotic to him, and it was also intensely intimate and comforting. He peered up again, resting his chin on her tummy.

“I’m giving you control of my body. It does not mean I intend to keep my mouth shut about what I want you to do, and I expect you to listen, or I’ll make you work harder than you’ve ever had to work to come for the next month. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” She clicked her tongue as she winked. It was a bold expression, but when she took a deep steadying breath, it was all nerves. He stood quickly, pulling her to the chaise before she could change her mind. He sat on the chaise, resting back against the head of the chair. This particular chaise was more of an upholstered lounge style chair. It had no sofa back or even a partial one. Just the head of the chair and then a long bench seat to stretch out ones legs. He wasn’t stretching out anything at the moment, and as he sat, he parted his legs over the bench with a foot on either side.

He set the belts in her hand, and then he dropped his hands to either side of the chaise. She didn’t need him to tell her what to do. As she bent down, she wound the leather around his wrist and the chaise leg. She secured him tightly and took her time pulling out the end, winding it around the layers, and then buckling it securely. She moved to his other wrist and did the same. Soon he was securely restrained to the chaise, wearing only his jeans and an incredible hard-on.

He watched her as she took a big drink of the wine he’d brought with him, and when she turned back to him, she blew out a slow breath as her lips pulled up in a small smile. He was glad to see her mood was shifting to them. When she started undressing, his fingers started twitching. This really was going to be torturous. He watched as she stripped out of her shirt, and then she let her bra slide down her arms. She was wearing her cargo pants, and he stopped her quickly as she reached for the button.

“Come closer and turn around.” She paused for only a moment before walking up next to the chaise and showing him her backside. She had an incredible ass, and he loved it in those pants. They showed the perky roundness perfectly, and his dick got harder before she even slid them down her legs. He was already missing using his hands, and after staring at her underwear-clad ass, his mouth was watering too. When she pushed her underwear down to drop at her ankles, he groaned. Every inch of her was visible to him, but he couldn’t touch any of it. He wanted to touch all of it.

She sat in front of him, and his stomach muscles clenched tight as she reached for the waist of his jeans. “Fuck, Brynn. This might just kill—”

She leaned forward, interrupting him with a kiss as her fingers lowered his zipper. She kept kissing him as she moved to kneel on the seat in front of him. She started pulling his jeans down his hips as he lifted his butt and she sank her teeth gently into his lower lip. He groaned, and she pulled back.

“Shh…”

Even her shushing him was a turn on. As she tugged his jeans down farther, his cock sprang free to rest rigidly against his stomach. He stretched his legs out on the seat as she stood and stripped his pants and underwear from his legs, and then he moved them right back to straddle the seat, letting his tight balls rest on the cushion.

She sat down between his legs then, sitting cross-legged and giving him a cock twitching view of her pussy. “What would you like me to do?”

“Touch my cock.”

She scooted closer, and when she met his eyes, she smiled sweetly. His dick jumped off his stomach. She gripped the shaft gently, and he cussed in a voice that was just as much a sigh as it was audible. Her palm glided over his skin.

“Don’t be so gentle. You won’t hurt me.”

She watched his eyes, and he felt it. Her grip constricted, forcing a grunt from his throat. She parted her legs, moving even closer and letting her thighs rest on the top of his. Her pussy was mere inches from his dick. She leaned to his mouth and pushed her tongue past his lips as her hand stroked over his erection.

He groaned into her mouth, and then she dropped her free hand to cup his balls. He’d not told her to do that, but there was no complaining about such things. Her fingers tickled the underneath side, and when she lifted slightly, her fingers started to rub and massage the skin behind his testicles. She pulled from his mouth, watching him. His hands were tense in their restraints, and he was pulling against them, knowing it was pointless. His entire body was tight with need. As her fingers kept stroking his perineum, her other hand kept gripping and moving along his cock.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He uttered the words and closed his eyes as she dropped her forehead to his. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. It was one of his favorite things in the world at this point, and when he lunged for her lips, she pulled back quickly before he could make contact. She was enjoying herself.

“Do I really need to ask for a kiss?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Fucking kiss me now before I lose my mind.” His voice was practically growling. When her lips met his, he pushed his tongue between them instantly, tasting and licking her as he explored. Her fingers kept pushing and rubbing, and her other gripped and slid tightly over the length of his erection. She could drive him to orgasm quickly this way if he wasn’t careful. In an effort not to fall apart too soon, he stopped her, biting her lip.

“Lean back on your elbows and brace your feet on my thighs. Just let me look at you for a minute.”

Her hands left him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the loss of that pleasure, but he quickly gained a new one. Her legs were parted, and he could see every inch of her slit. She dropped her knees out farther, opening up her sex to him, and all he could think of was sliding into that hot, tight sheath. Her muscles were exceptional, and they always trembled and clenched around him when he was inside her.

He watched, trying to stay in control of himself. She was making it hard, and he wasn’t entirely sure he couldn’t come just looking at her pussy that was beautifully displayed in front of him. She watched him closely as he gaped at the sight of her body, and when he finally glanced up to her eyes, she smiled.

“Sorry, but I needed a break.”

She sat up again, kissing him. “Ready for some more?”

“I want your mouth now. You can start by licking that come off the tip of my dick.”

As she lay down on her stomach between his legs, he held his breath. Her tongue slowly flicked over the head, licking the drop of pre-come from his slit. He hissed as he felt the feather light touch of her tongue.

She propped her head up casually, cradling her chin on the top of her clasped hands. Her elbows were holding her up. His gaze followed her body, taking in her stretched out back, her exceptionally round bottom, and her crossed ankles that were slightly swaying to-and-fro as though she were just comfortably watching TV on the floor. His hands needed to touch her so badly it was getting painful just to look at her.

“What exactly would you like me to do now, Eli?” The very sound of his name as she spoke sent a shiver through his body.

“Lick my cock. Don’t suck or I’m going to come.”

She bit the side of her lip and leaned forward, letting the flat surface of her tongue move slowly up the length of his shaft from his balls to the head, again dipping gently into the slit. She then started the torture again, moving to the side of his cock. She gripped his cock, the back of her hand to his stomach, holding him in place as her tongue trailed across the skin, and when her thumb and first finger constricted around the head of his cock, he cursed. She kissed the head, letting her lips part like a passionate kiss as she sucked against his throbbing engorged head. He listened to the suctioning wet sound her mouth made and cried out quietly.

When she released her hold on his cock, he was almost relieved. If all he wanted was to come in her mouth it would be easy enough, but he desperately wanted her to make love to him, and he was having a hard time getting to that point. Her hand brushed down his erection, pulling his testicles within her palm and squeezing gently. Then as he watched, she leaned down, pausing mere inches from him.

“Yes?”

“God, yes.”

She licked the tight balls. Her tongue lashed, and she constricted the sac with her thumb and first two fingers, making the skin taut and sensitive. Her tongue continued to toy with him, soothing the ache only marginally. When her mouth moved lower, he tilted his hips and scooted toward her slightly. She licked the underneath side, and she released the tension of her fingers, pulling his balls back as she nibbled and flicked her tongue across the sensitive underside.

It was more heaven than he could handle, and as her tongue explored every inch of that most sensitive, intimate skin, his thighs started trembling, and he started breathing shallow, choppy breaths. “Baby, you’ve got to stop.”

She took her time licking slowly from the skin under his testicles to trail a path over his balls, and then up the hard, throbbing length of his erection. He’d likely never had an erection for so long without getting the relief he needed, and as she pulled herself up to kneel like a cat ready to pounce between his legs, she smiled.

“Would you like me to fuck you now?”

He nodded, and she climbed onto his hips, letting his cock nestle between her lips. She was slick with need, and the feel of that warm, silky wetness against his hard length was difficult to stand. She dropped her head to his shoulder, kissing up the side of his neck to his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I trust you.”

“I trust you too.”

She lifted her head and planted her feet on the floor on either side of the chaise, and he watched as she sank slowly down to his lap, her fit legs tight. He felt that hot, wet heat on the head of his cock first, and then she was pushing down, sinking to his lap as he slowly penetrated her. He watched as every inch was consumed by her body, and she winced when she was finally sitting on his lap.

She lifted and lowered herself as he continued to watch. When she moved her hands from his shoulders back to his knees as her rise and fall sped, he started panting. The gratuitously visual sight of what they were doing was killing him, and he was ready to explode. His hands started yanking hard against the restraints. It didn’t seem to matter that he knew he couldn’t free himself; his body simply wanted to touch her so fucking much his hands were tense claws that kept fighting to get to her. He started clenching his buttocks and driving himself up into her as her eyes bulged and her lips fell open.

She came, and the very second she did, she collapsed against his chest, whimpering as her body lurched. He was precariously close to his edge, and he started begging then. “Untie me. Now. Please, fucking untie me.” He wasn’t upset in the least, but there was an edge of insanity in his voice that sounded a bit mad.

She reached down to one side first as her body kept twitching, and the moment the buckle was undone, he was yanking and unraveling the belt that was wound tight to him. She was already working on his other wrist, and when that buckle was done as well, she sat up, smiling gently at him.

Her face froze as she saw the crazed look on his face, and he was already fighting to unwind the second belt.

“Eli…”

She looked stunned for a second, but as he freed his hand, he wrapped his arms around her standing slightly as he came down on top of her with a deep thrust. She shrieked and clutched his shoulders. He looped his arms under her shoulders, pinning her in place with his fingers gripped tightly into the tops of her shoulders. He started pounding, driving up into her body as she moaned and trembled around him. He was practically trying to crawl within her body, and she spread her legs wide as he snapped his hips forward harshly with every penetration.

He released his hold on one of her shoulders to cover her mouth as she cried out and moaned. Her eyes were wide, startled, as one stroke after another consumed every inch of her depth and then some. There was no reining in the movements, and she started pushing her pelvis up to meet his hips, already wanting to come again. She did quickly, and the very second one of his thrusts pushed her over the edge and she clenched tight around him as her body went rigid, he let himself go, sealing himself to her body as he came, pulsing inside her. He was grunting, still pulling her body down along his as he pushed hard up into hers. He couldn’t quiet the gut wrenching groan that was begging to be released, and instead, he bit into the top of her shoulder, screaming out his release against her skin with a muffled, guttural sound. She held onto him tightly with her arms wrapped around him.