Filthy Lies Page 16

  I wanted James Blakney, and he wanted me.

  This might be my only experience of knowing what it felt like having his hot stare on my ass. Supremely sexy and strangely empowering. I hoped not, but I'd learned early on that what we wanted and what we actually got were often very different. Not far apart right now, though. I pushed my doubts aside and embraced the moment instead, found strength in knowing my time for wondering was over.

  The closed door at the end of the hallway loomed before me. The final barrier to what would happen between us. I realized that we'd pass our point of no return.

  James must have had similar thoughts.

  "Last chance to change your mind," he said softly against my ear, his lips nearly brushing the shell, "because once I have you behind that door, you'll definitely feel my touch." He pinned me to the door, crowding me with solid arms that boxed me in. "For hours," he added as he pressed his body against mine. Those last two words pulled a desperate shuddering moan out of me, especially combined with the purposeful press of his very hard body behind me. Sandwiched between a cold wooden door and the heat of his erection that stole the breath right out of me.

  He must have turned the doorknob because I felt the coldness of the wood fall away from the front of my body as he pushed me forward. I tried to register my surroundings, because I was being led into his inner sanctum of sorts. He might not come here often, but it was still his private, intimate space. For a split second I thought about the others he must have brought here over the years, but I couldn't deal with imagining it. I had no patience for doubt. Forget everything else.

  James broke through the pounding silence of my indecision with a clear directive. "Get on the bed and lie back. I want to look at you."

  Somehow, I moved my body and did as he asked. I lowered myself onto the black covered bed that looked like a huge industrial modern sculpture. Tall bedposts at the four corners with metalwork incorporated into the head and footboards dominated the entire space of the room. I shivered against the coolness of the fabric as it met my back. I was so very exposed, but it felt completely right, as if this was the only way for us to ever do this act together.

  I watched James as he looked his fill with fiery eyes that roved hungrily over my body. As he moved closer to the edge of the bed, I could feel the heat coming off his stare. And then he grinned…and licked his lips. "Arms up over your head, hold on to the headboard, and let me take care of you, beautiful. That's what I want from you."

  The ache at my core grew stronger, as did the tightening of my nipples as I drew my arms upward to find a place to grip the headboard. My body yearned for his touch, but I knew instinctively he'd deny it altogether if I voiced it. I'm in charge in the bedroom. It's the only way I can do this with you.

  I wanted his mouth. His tongue. Some part of him. Any part of him.

  Before I died a slow, agonizing death due to sexual frustration.

  "I'm taking a picture of you in my head. I don't ever want to forget how you looked in this moment." He'd taken off his tuxedo jacket and removed his tie at some point. His shirt was half-way unbuttoned. I appreciated the glimpse of his chest where his shirt gaped open. I wished he'd strip for me right now. Now that would be an added sweet torture I'd love to experience.

  "And how do I look in this moment?" I asked.

  "Flawless." He toed off his shoes, tore open his shirt, and pulled it off. The sounds of threads ripping and buttons scattering pulled a wave of anticipation that hit me so hard between my thighs I arched my back and rolled through the sweet ache. "Like you're meant to be here." The bed dipped from his weight as he put one knee on the mattress, and then the other. Straddling me, his arms and legs boxed me in underneath him. "Ready for me to take you," he added darkly.

  I moaned at his last comment. I wished he would take me. I needed him to. Desperate and unable to wait patiently for even another second, I begged, "Please, take me."

  "Do you know how long I've wanted to have you just like this? Naked in my bed and dying for me to make you come? Desperate for my cock?"

  "Too fucking long, James."

  "I know," he said as his mouth came down onto mine, pushing in hard and deep with his tongue—owning me.

  Finally.

  I welcomed the surge of primal energy that bolted through me the instant I gave myself over to him.

  The very instant of the act of him taking what I wanted to give.

  His mouth moved down to my neck and then to my shoulder as he trailed kisses and gentle bites with his teeth. I felt each mark as he made them, each pinch soothed by soft caresses of his tongue to temper the cruel heat of want and desire. As his lips moved over my breasts, so did firm hands, cupping and lifting each peak in turns to his mouth to suck. He took as much as he was able into his mouth and sucked hard before drawing back until just my nipple was left between his teeth. He teased me relentlessly with more soft bites and sucks and kisses. I knew he was marking me.

  The marks he made were the visual evidence of the crossing over in my head to my body, to the understanding where I knew if he stopped…I would most certainly die.

  I felt determined fingers at my hips digging under the sides of my panties to slide them down my legs. Panties were tossed and then his hands slid roughly up my legs to my knees where they stopped. I knew what was coming next.

  A firm grip to the insides of my knees pushed them apart, placing me on full display for his hot stare. A hot stare I could feel burning the flesh of the most intimate part of me. I was so grateful for the spa treatment I'd done earlier in the day with Brooke—at her insistence. Bless you, sweet Brooke. Because of her resolve, things were as tidy as they could possibly be where he was looking.

  "You are so fucking beautiful," he said with his eyes glued to my very wet and aching pussy. But I had to look away. The sight of him staring so hungrily at me was far too much to take in. So, I closed my eyes and embraced the anticipation instead, focusing on the fact that this was always going to happen. Fate had decided for us a long time ago. We were always going to find our way to this point.

  And we had. We were here.

  His busy fingers found me first. Tracing around my clit slowly, teasing me with careful touches just shy of where I really needed him to be touching me. Delaying sexual gratification was definitely amongst the skill set of James Blakney. Bastard.

  "So pretty…so soft…and so very wet," he said admiringly, just before he put his whole mouth on me and licked me from bottom to top. My entire lower body came up off the bed as a lightning strike of pure pleasure commenced at my clit. I heard a shrill cry from somewhere in the room and was forced to accept that it could only have come from me.

  With my thighs pinned open by firm hands gripping hard enough to leave marks, James devoured me. I reveled in what he did. Every melting lick, each teasing flick, each delicious tap of his magical tongue brought me closer to nirvana. I didn't need to be told it was going to be bigger and better than any orgasm I'd had before tonight. It was happening whether I was ready for it or not.

  "Give me all of it. Give me everything," he grunted in between licks and sucks with the power to detonate me into the next galaxy. I moaned in protest when he pulled his mouth off, thrusting my hips upward to try to reclaim contact. "You want more."

  It wasn't a question.

  "Yeeess, more, please give me more." Speech seemed impossible, but yet words still tumbled from my lips.

  James flicked his eyes up to meet mine, flaring wide in frustration. "There's so much more I want to give you…and I can't—I can't do it all at once."

  "I don't want you to do it all at once," I insisted, hoping he understood me. And since I figured his good judgment was heavily clouded by what he was doing with me, I was honest. "I need you to do it over and over and over again. I need you to never stop."

  My words seemed to please him. "I won't stop. Not until I feel your tight little cunt clamp down around my tongue when I'm fucking you with it."

  The things
that came out of his mouth only made me burn hotter as he went back to work at licking my pussy. Thank Christ's heavenly angels. The heat that had been building low in my belly flared white-hot as the convulsions took hold of me…and catapulted me into sweet ecstasy. I let out a long, low cry as the climax seized me, incoherent to everything but the pleasure. I felt myself fall away as I rode his mouth. There was no way to describe having James inside me, even if only his tongue. The intimacy so much greater than the act of touching mouths in a kiss. It was James revealing himself to me. An epiphany in understanding, that for the first time in my life I didn't have to do anything other than take from him.

  Pure bliss. Relief. Love. I felt all of those things. I also discovered something else after the mind-blowing climax from his tongue doing very dirty and lovely things to me.

  I am ruined for any man on this earth that isn't James Blakney.

  The opera gloves needed to come off, so I could touch him and feel him without anything in between. But James wasn't having any of it, as he shrugged my hands away from where I'd buried them in his hair.

  Bossy James was still new to me, but I loved him a lot.

  As if he were reading my thoughts, my arms were firmly pushed back above my head and returned to the headboard. I didn't remember letting go of it, but I must've during the sheet-clawing orgasm I still felt coursing deliciously through my body. From head to toe.

  James loomed over me, his eyes questioning, looking for answers. "Are you okay?"

  "I'm fi—"

  His lips dropped down to kiss me, taking away my ability to answer. I didn't mind, because I didn't need to talk. I wasn't sure if I was capable of anything beyond accepting what he was doing to me right this second. Which was kissing me ravenously while devouring my mouth and lips. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it all felt so filthy and wicked…and divine.

  His hands were all over me. No part of me was left untouched. He feasted on my breasts, sucked them, pinched them, teased my nipples with teeth that knew just how hard to bite. His long beautiful fingers pressed their way inside me, fucking in and out of my pussy while his thumb teased my asshole. He would have all of me. Everything was relentless in forcing me into a tailspin of sensation and pleasure. Every kiss and bite and penetration of my fevered flesh was demanded wildly but done in a way that gave me everything in return. I had no idea how, but it was as if my body had been waiting for him. For him to pleasure, cherish…consume. As if he'd known my body forever. Because my body already knew him.

  The second orgasm incinerated me into another realm as hot tears slid from my eyes squeezed tightly shut. I tasted the sex in the air that I drew in for my next breath. I heard him say, "You're coming for me. Only for me."

  I did what he asked.

  Almost brutally hard with fingers stroking deep and relentless in their purpose, with no censure of any kind. He took what he wanted from me...and then demanded more as he owned my second climax. I lost track of...all things, understanding only that I was utterly in his care.

  James taking care of me.

  This I knew without explanation of any kind. And so, I drifted away to a place I'd never been before, but where I wanted to stay forever.

  I wasn't ever coming back.

  Chapter Seventeen

  JAMES

  I held Winter against the length of my body with a hand at her throat, taking her breaths along with the kisses I stole from her. I wasn't even a little bit sorry. Making her come was my new favorite obsession. Still amazed that she hadn't backed down from any of what I'd done to her, I waited for my beautiful girl to recover from her orgasm.

  Because the night was young, and she wasn't finished yet.

  And also because I now knew I'd never be finished with her. That was on me, not her. I couldn't change what I was, but what I'd just discovered in the course of her two orgasms had changed my future. Changed our future.

  "Winter...my Winter," I whispered against her mouth.

  She moaned beneath me, needy and fitful.

  "I want to fuck you…and make you come again…this time with your perfect pussy wrapped around my big hard cock."

  "Please, please, James, please," she begged.

  She shouldn't have to beg. Not ever. She shouldn't have to beg. But it was a thing of exquisite beauty to witness, and I knew I'd make her beg me again and again and again. She was too fuckin' sexy…I wouldn't resist the temptation.

  I left her on the bed and stripped off my pants first, and then my socks. As I got naked I leisurely admired her, stretched out waiting for me to fuck her. In my house. In my bed. In my life. Mine, all mine, all mine.

  But she's not just waiting to be fucked.

  It didn't feel like that at all. In fact, nothing had felt familiar tonight. Because it wasn't. I had never done this before with any other woman.

  You aren't fucking her. You're making love to the woman who owns your heart.

  I stepped out of my boxers and stroked myself from root to tip. It felt so good to do it with her seeing my body for the first time. Her eyes were greedy, watching my every move as I fisted up and down the length. And then they grew wide in surprise when she noticed exactly what I had on the underside of my dick. Two silver balls at each end of a bar pierced horizontally through the skin just below the head of my cock—a frenum piercing.

  "You're smiling, Winter baby."

  "You are pierced on your very big, beautiful cock, James Blakney." Her grip on the headboard was abandoned for a second time as she sat up and stripped off the gloves while leaning forward to get a better look. She didn't follow directions very well, but I forgave her. What she lacked in discipline she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She also said amazing things for my ego. Yes, she is a keeper.

  "Do you mean this?" I asked, stepping forward to show her.

  "Yes…I want it," –she reached out with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the base— "Does it feel good when you fuck?" The combination of her touch and the directly worded question nearly sent me to my knees. I bowed my back and thrust forward into her grip, hoping like hell I could hold off long enough to have it inside her…somewhere.

  "It does. And it'll feel good for you too…when I'm in you." I thrust into her tight grip a few times…and then she opened her mouth and flattened her tongue out wide.

  Oh, mother-FUCK. I steered my cock right inside her beautiful mouth and pushed it to the back of her throat.

  Where she took me all the way down in one swallow.

  "Fuuuuck—feels so good." I sounded like an animal growling out the words I spoke even to my own ears. In my mind I realized I was probably too rough with her, but I rationalized it by watching her carefully for any signs of needing me to slow down or back off.

  She gave me not a single one.

  Her mouth. God. I could die a happy man with my cock bottoming out at the back of her throat. I thought I might die when I gripped the sides of her face and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. My strokes hard and fast, almost painful in the sensation of pleasure as she took me in, her hot, wet tongue caressing against the bar of my metal with of each rough thrust of my cock. She sucked me like it was her new favorite thing to do. This girl…mine forever.

  I felt my balls tighten up, ready to unload down her throat, but I didn't want it like that. Not for our first time together. I knew how I wanted the sex to go...even if it was wrong of me not to ask first.

  And so, I made my decision.

  I pulled out of her mouth on a harsh groan and replaced cock with tongue, kissing and licking thoroughly over her abused lips, hoping she could know what I felt.

  I love you.

  I pushed her down on the bed and moved her up to the middle where I had some room. I arranged her arms above her head and jerked her wrists together sharply, letting her know I expected her to keep them there.

  Her eyes flared as she looked at me in silence, waiting for whatever I'd give her next. Flawless. Winter was a quiet lover—another thing about he
r I'd discovered. I don't know why it turned me on so much, but her silent acceptance of every way I'd commanded her so far tonight was dangerously addicting.

  I spread her open with bent knees and took my cock in hand. I penetrated just the tip between her slippery folds before pulling back out to rub over her clit drenched in the wet from earlier orgasms. Her mouth fell open and her head rolled back in a kind of perfect, silent submission, her sweet cunt on offer…to me.

  I fucking love you so much.

  So, I teased the tip of my cock inside her again, just to see her give me that same beautiful response one more time. FUCK yeah. And like a true addiction, I had to repeat the whole act several more times, because I couldn't get enough of seeing her like this with me—couldn't have stopped myself even if I'd wanted to. I worked her over until she became a writhing erotic creature beneath me. Both of us slick with her juices and aching to fuck. She was more than ready for me to take her and I was way past ready to have her.

  So, I buried my cock all the way to my balls in one hard, deep thrust that sent me to heaven. Then I pushed in deeper still, needing to be as far in her as I could be. Never far enough. And in true form, she took my cock in silence, the only audible sound being a sharp gasp as her heat surrounded me in a tight clasp. I had to close my eyes for a moment and revel in the feel of being inside my Winter…because now I had finally and truly claimed her.

  "Okay?" Worried she might not tell me if she wasn't, I needed to ask.

  "Yes..." she answered on a soft whisper with the sweetest answer she could ever give me.

  I pulled out on a hot slide and then back in with one continuous stroke. "I don't have any condoms." Another deep delicious slide in and out of her tight heat. "I didn't know we were coming here and I wasn't prepared." My cock sank into her again, moving on its own now. "Are you protected?" I started to fuck faster. "Do I need to pull out or can I come in you, because I'm fucking you bare here," I barked, unable to slow down as the madness took over.