Words of Lust (20 page)

Slowly dropping to her knees, she reached for his belt and pulled it loose. Sliding the leather from its loops, she faced his groin and his huge erection as she lowered his zipper and slid down his briefs. His cock was thick, engorged and dark with blood. She put her nose to him and breathed in the musk of the man, the scent that lingered on her body when they’d made love, which could arouse her as easily as his kisses or his touch did. She licked him up and down, held his balls in her hand and slid each into her mouth, laving them gently with her tongue until his hands fisted in her hair. Then she motioned him to pick his feet up one after the other and she slid his clothes off until he stood like a naked Adonis in front of her. Hers. Again. She thanked the fates her foolishness hadn’t destroyed this beautiful thing. Hadn’t let her push him away.

Standing, she looked him over, his beauty mesmerizing, his power enticing. Then she began a slow striptease and his focus never left her as she revealed her body to him. When she, too, stood undressed, she moved to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“I want you to use me up. Make me forget everything.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.” His words were whispered as he lowered his head and kissed her. Instant heat poured through her. Flames of lust licked at her and her pussy wept with delight. Kissing her deeply, he stroked her breasts. Then he touched her cunt, sliding his fingers in so deeply she went up on tiptoe. More and more desperately she clung to him. There was nothing in the world that made her feel like this man did. Like a woman possessed.

“I don’t want to wait.” She pulled from his mouth. “Fuck me, Nick. Right here, right now.” She pulled him with her and fell back against the wall. She rubbed herself on his cock like a cat in heat, mewling at the sensation of his hardness.

“My God, you make me so hot.” He grabbed her beneath her ass and held her one-handed as he put his cock to her entrance. Their juices mingled and he slid into her. She was tight again, and the feel of him spreading her, breaching her as he pushed deeper and deeper, drove her insane. Then with a hard shove he was seated fully inside her. His powerful arms held her up as she wrapped her legs around him and reveled in being so open to him. He pushed her against the wall and commenced pounding into her. Where he clutched her she would bruise, but the pain was so liberating. Nothing he did could ever hurt her, because she craved it all, from the hardest fucking to the most intense demands he made.

“I love fucking you like this.” He growled in her ear, his head bent close to hers in his efforts to pound harder and faster. “You’re so tight. So hot. I love the way your cunt squeezes me like a fist.”

“I want you inside me like this always. I never want you to take your cock out of me.” His hard chest was mashed against her breasts and their flesh grew damp with sweat, skin sliding, hands clutching, breath being squeezed from lungs as they fucked.

“Deeper, Nick, fuck me harder. Don’t stop.”

“Never.” Thrust after thrust built the sweet tension in their bodies and she knew he was close to coming by his ragged breath and the punishing way he slammed into her. When the liquid pleasure began to pulse deep inside her, when every fiber of her being quivered with her impending climax, her muscles clenched around his cock.

“I’m coming, Nick! I’m coming!”

At her words he began to growl and grunt and the punishing force of his thrusts pushed her into orgasm. Hard pain, sweet pleasure, and the sudden thick heat of him coming inside her, feeling his climax shoot through her, drew another wave of orgasm from her,

But the frenzy couldn’t be quenched. He whirled her around, then dropped her on the bed.

“I’m not through with you yet.” He pulled out and straddled her, holding his slick cock to her lips. “Suck me hard. I want to be deep in your throat. Get me hard again so I can fuck you. I need more of your sweet pussy.”

He pushed between her lips and she opened wide. She tasted his come and her own mingled on him as she sucked his flesh. He was so big she could do little more than fight to take him down as he pumped into her mouth. He grabbed her head as his hips churned. Gripping her hair, he pulled and it stung, but she wanted the rough treatment. She wanted to see his expression as he dominated her. She watched him watch her, his face suffused with a dark satisfaction as he thrust again and again. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t making love. It was using her and it gave her a desperate thrill.

“You look so gorgeous with my cock down your throat.” His words were guttural and hoarse, jerky as he continued to plunge deep. “But you look even more gorgeous with my cock in your cunt.”

He pulled from her mouth and grabbed her around the waist, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Without hesitating for a second, he shoved back into her still-dripping pussy. He began to fuck her again, holding her hips as he jammed himself into her. There was nothing but the feel of him, his dirty words of praise, the slick, sucking sound of his cock pulling in and out of her. The furious strength he was using sent him deep within her. The sensation was one of sharp, blistering pain and wonderful completion.

“You look beautiful filled with my cock. So beautiful stretched around me, juicy with come. Pink and swollen and wet for me.” Each word was punctuated by a sharp jab. Soon the pain and pleasure roiled together and she groaned along with him.

When he roared and came again deep inside her, her pussy clamped around him, and she screamed.

“God, beautiful, so beautiful.” Slowing his thrusts as his orgasm waned, he was still thick and hard inside of her. Twinges of soreness had already begun, but it was a badge of honor to feel the ache, to know she’d taken everything he gave her, and that she’d given him her body for his pleasure.

When he collapsed on her, he pulled out and twisted to hold her beside him. She could feel their mingled juices seeping out of her and the tickling sensation was a wicked delight.

“No condom.”

“No need, right?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. “It was so incredibly hot coming inside you.”

“I missed having you inside me.” Suddenly she was too exhausted to do anything but smile at him. She put one hand on his cheek and he pulled it to his mouth and kissed it. Then she smiled and closed her eyes. Just for a moment.

* * *

Once the sun set they dragged themselves out of bed and showered together, which of course led to some wet shenanigans, until they were both flopped on the sofa, wrung out but satisfied. Munching reheated meatball heroes, which they washed down with the few beers she had left in the fridge, they were mostly silent. It felt good, natural, and there was a new sense of familiarity and comfort between them along with the increasing intimacy. He was also very pleased to note the cringing posture she’d had the last time he’d been with her was gone.

“I know I can’t keep you up late, Professor. But tell me again. We’re good, right? You’re going to be reasonable, and I’m going to tell Cara to butt out, and we’ll take it one step at a time?”

“Yes, Nick.”

He wagged a finger at her. “Don’t you dare mock me, young lady!”

“I wouldn’t do any such thing.”

“Watch yourself. I’m the big strong one here and I’ve already warned you.”

“Yes, about paddling me, which, if you ask me, is you blowing smoke.”

He collapsed, laughing, on the sofa. “You kill me, Professor. One minute you’re talking all prim and proper and you remind me of my first-grade teacher, then you get all naughty and make me hard.” She was draped against him, so he gave her butt a smack, liking the squeal and her hot smile. But kinky stuff was going to have to wait for another day. He could see she was tired and obviously drained from a week of making herself—and him—crazy.

“Walk me downstairs, sweet cheeks, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Exactly. It’s pretty clear that I have to keep you under my thumb so I can keep reassuring you that I’m not dumping you. If that means I have to spend every night reminding you? Well, it’s a dirty job, but I’m just the gutter-minded guy to handle it.”

“So I guess that means I have to have incredibly hot sex with you, again, and again, and again?”

“Exactly. Didn’t you call it a therapeutic boinking?”

It was her turn to howl with laughter, which didn’t cease until they were in the lobby. “Not exactly, but I get the picture.”

She clung to his arm and it felt great. He hadn’t understood how badly he wanted her back until he had her at his side. It was like a new day had dawned and he wasn’t going to let her get herself all tied up in knots again, unless he was the one doing the tying. They walked past the doorman’s station, and Ernesto popped his head out. He and another doorman he’d never seen whose name badge read “Clyde” were talking in serious tones.

“Professor! I’m glad you are down. I was just going to buzz you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“That man was back again, the mean one.”

Icy fear ripped through the happiness he’d been enjoying a moment before. “The mean one? Serafina, what’s he talking about?” Her face had gone slack with fear, and he pulled her closer to him.

“Are you saying Boxer’s been stalking you? Coming here? I was watching for him all week, but I never spotted him. I thought these guys were just screwing with me, because of what happened.”

She shook her head. “Not just you. Boxer’s come to the building several times. And I was afraid he was following me on Monday, so I started taking cabs to and from work. He obviously followed me home at some point, but the men here have been telling him I’m not home.”

“This is insane. He’s out of control. We’re going back upstairs and you’re going to pack some bags and come stay with me.”

“What? I can’t do that!”

“The hell you can’t. This guy’s got a screw loose. Slashing my tires, stalking you—and I never had a chance to tell you but my police contact says even though no one saw you get pushed in front of those cars, some of them saw a big guy who looked a hell of a lot like Boxer. If he’s willing to hurt you, he’s too dangerous for you to handle on your own. I’ve had Berto putting in security at my loft, including cameras installed inside and out now. The landlord got the elevators fixed so everyone has to have a key card or they can’t be operated, so it’s much safer than here. These guys are great at keeping him out, but you take one step out of this building, and he can grab you and these guys will never even see it.”

“God, Nick, this is just crazy.”

“Grab enough stuff for a couple days, and come home with me. We’re in this together and we’ll figure it out.

“This guy looks crazy loco, Professor. Like he’s real dangerous. I’d do what your boyfriend says and hide out for a while.”

“That’s it. I’m not going to argue with you. Let’s go.” His grip on her arm was rough, and he could barely contain his mounting anger. Anger at Boxer, but anger at discovering that she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him what had been happening. He pulled her along with him and thrust her back into the elevator. She protested when he grabbed her purse and dug around until he found her keys.

“Wait a minute, Nick.”

“No.” He unlocked her door and pushed inside.

“Stop shoving me. I’ll be fine here. You’re overreacting. There’s no need—”

He exploded. “Are you crazy? No need? Boxer is out there. He knows where you live. He is fucking stalking you, don’t you get it? He’s going to catch you no matter how hard you try to hide. No matter how many doormen you have keeping watch. He will find you. You forget, I know this guy, and you can be damned sure I am not overreacting, because he will hurt you. That’s what men like him do.”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“Nothing else gets through to you, so I’m going to keep yelling until you decide to be reasonable. Stop being childish and go get packed. Whatever you think you need, or so help me, God, I will throw you over my shoulder and drag you out of here, and we both know I can do it.”

“I am not a child!”

“You are sure as shit acting like one.” He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her, resisting, toward the bedroom. “Come on. Don’t piss me off anymore, because I am furious with you right now.”

“What are you so mad about?”

He couldn’t believe she was so clueless. “What am I mad about? Gee, let’s see. You are being stalked by a freaking crazy man and you don’t bother to mention it? That he fucking knows where you live and has been trying to get into your apartment? What if one of those guys steps away, huh? Did you ever think of that? Carrying someone’s dry cleaning or groceries or helping some old lady into the elevator? That’s all it takes. One minute and Boxer is in. He’s here, waiting for you. I can’t believe you’re being so naïve.”

“Stop it! You have nothing to bitch to me about, Nick. You didn’t bother to mention Boxer was stalking you, that he knows where you live.”

“No, I didn’t tell you until I was sure of what was going on, and then I did tell you, that’s the point. You’ve known he was dangerous and you’ve had all this stuff happening and you didn’t trust me enough to tell me? To talk to me? You don’t tell me you’re falling in the street, that someone is after you, until I find you in the hospital. I don’t find out he’s coming here until the doorman tells me. What’s wrong with you?”

“There is nothing wrong with me. I am an adult and you don’t own me. I don’t answer to you. You may think I’m a child but I’ve taken care of myself for nine years and I don’t need you ordering me around.”

“Well that’s too bad, lady, because I’m here, and I’m ordering you around so get used to it.” He shook with furious emotion and his voice thundered in the small confines of the room.

“Get out of my apartment!” She had crammed herself back into a corner and screamed at him.

He stormed over to her and put his hands against the wall on either side of her head, trapping her. When she tried to squirm by him he grabbed her arms. He pushed her back against the wall and shook her.

“I am not leaving without you.”

“You can’t force me.”

“Do not push me, Serafina.” He pulled her up on her tiptoes and dragged her close.