Lie to Me (34 page)

“Yeah.” Hair clung to her neck and face, and he smoothed the strands away. “You okay, sunshine?”

“Better than okay.”

“Glad I could give that to you.” Male satisfaction burned in his eyes, but she couldn’t generate the energy to care that he gloated. “You like my version of tongue-gasms?”

She blinked, and he grinned, as she recalled the day she’d told him the apple was a tongue-gasm, and he’d claimed the only ones he was familiar with were of the oral-sex variety. “Yours are better.”
So much better
. “We’re not finished, are we?”

Indulging in another round for the sake of scientific experimentation sounded like a fine idea because seriously that climax wasn’t normal, right? Sure her first would come across as epic, but her second would pale in comparison, and it’d go downhill from there. Right?

Please, God tell me I’m right because if not, I’ll be addicted to him in about thirty minutes
.

“Baby steps, my Kella.”

Dissatisfied by his answer, she pressed her foot against his butt to hold him in position as she rocked her hips against his erection. He groaned. She wanted to groan at the way his hard length cuffed against her core.

Maybe the orgasm had mellowed her because she’d vowed years ago she’d never debase herself for a man like that again. And, Jesus Christ, but that orgasm had been
ah-mazing
to the –nth degree. Couldn’t be as good the second time around. Right?
Right
? She wouldn’t believe it until the next proved just as cataclysmic.

Kella stroked a finger along his clean-shaven jaw bemused over her recent spiritual experience. Yeah, that’s how she felt. After that last time she’d pawned herself off for a long night of sexual torture for a huge sum, she’d sworn she’d never get physical with another guy either. She hadn’t been tempted, until Stone, so here she was letting him have the goods for free.

But everything is different with Stone
.

So
different it made little sense to her.

Just like when we were kids.

She played a very dangerous game with him. The peril was all hers really, for her heart anyway, because she’d guarded her soft emotions more than her life these last eight years. She should walk away. Right this damn minute. Put a few hundred miles between them and protect him from the shit-storm that was a normal day in the life of Mack Ellason.

Kella closed her eyes as he did that wicked nibble-kiss thing on her jaw. She liked that too. Way too much. Even if the subsequent climaxes weren’t as good, she could get used to Stone touching her, and watching her like she meant the world to him.

Okay. She swallowed the sudden lump clogging her throat. At the very least, she should sneak out in the middle of the night or tomorrow morning, or in a week when she realized each subsequent orgasm paled in comparison to the first. Leaving him would be the sanest, not to mention safest, course of action. Instead, she coveted cuddling with him for just this night. Better yet, she favored going the extra mile.

“What about your pleasure?” She opened her eyes as she asked the question. Now that she had the notion, she wanted to see it through. He’d watched her come, and she craved the same privilege with him.

With a groan, he rolled off her to lie on his back. “Your pleasure
was
my pleasure. You’ve no idea how much I enjoyed that.”

She shifted onto her side, snuggling against him. The bulge in his pants was huge and must hurt. Even while enjoying the feel of his tongue on her, she’d ached for more until he’d thrust his fingers inside her, then the entire tempo changed, grew more pronounced, until she’d died and gone to heaven.

“You’re clearly still in need, Stone.” She trailed her fingertips along the stiff line of his erection, fascinated by how hard he was and how eager she was to have him inside her. “I wanna watch you die and go to heaven too.”

He chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his humor. “It gets better.”

“No way.”

“I swear. Trust me.”

She just had, and look where that got her.
Greedy because I want more.

Tightening her hold, she dragged her palm along the rigid outline of his cock.

Stone groaned, caught her hand, and repositioned her palm to flatten over his heart. His eyes closed on a heavy sigh. “My Kella”—he’d called her that when they’d been teens, and she’d
loved
it, still loved the possessiveness of it. “I don’t wish to rush what we have between us.” His lids flipped up, and he turned his head to peer at her as his arm curled around her to draw her flush against his chest. “Your trust is more important to me than a moment of pleasure, and I don’t want to give you a reason to push me away.”

Unsettled by his explanation, she frowned, while chewing on the inside of her bottom lip.

“Kella.” His fingers trailed along her jaw. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t want to ruin everything with you by going too fast. Yes, I want to make love to you, but there is satisfaction in waiting and allowing our desires to build.”

His icy-blue eyes held hers, his honesty open to her. Peter thought him weak, but Kella thought him the most remarkable man she’d ever met.

“I understand.” She didn’t, not really, because she’d never been in this situation before. “Stroke yourself, and let me watch. The way you watched me.” His head jerked down so he could look at her. She’d shocked him with her request. That much was obvious. “I can’t just take without knowing you’ve received something too.”

“I got something out of making you come.”

“Then give me the same courtesy.” She toyed with a button on his shirt, praying he’d give in to her appeal because she really wanted to see him naked. Most of all she craved the intimacy of watching him come. “Unless no really means no, and then...” She shrugged. “I respect a solid no.”

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” He ran a shaky hand down his face.

Unsure if that operated as an agreement or not, she asked, “Is that a yes or a no?”

“If it’s what you want, then yes.”

She stretched until she could put her mouth against his ear, and fed his words back to him. “Undress for
me
, Stone.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. A hand curled around her nape, his firm, commanding hold served as a warning of his fragile control. Stone’s head turned, and his eyes captured hers. Their breaths mingled, his minty and musky from going down on her. His lips meshed against hers without warning, forcing her mouth open to receive him. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but instead he dominated her, claimed her as his, marked her, and ruined her for anyone else. In that moment, Kella
knew,
regardless of what happened from here on out, she’d never be with another man.

Softening to his will, she accepted his authority sexually, while acknowledging she’d be heartbroken when she walked away from him this time. Nothing had changed in the years apart. The only thing that’d altered was that she desired Stone more now than she ever had as a teen.

Stone released her suddenly and sat up, pushing off the bed. He faced her, his fingers having already freed three of the buttons on his shirt. Dismissing the remaining ones, he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. He was so neglectful with his garments, not appreciating the fine linen.

She feasted on his ripped pecs and abs, her gaze drawn to the twin lines that shot down into the waistband of his pants. Like little arrows pointing to the good stuff confined within.

He released his belt, unhooked the button, and the zipper gave a metallic purr as he slid the device downward. No hesitation, he pushed his pants and underwear down his legs and kicked them aside. His cockhead was purple and swollen, but then all of his length was swollen. She swallowed at his girth and length. He was bigger than she anticipated.

As she stared, he gripped himself and his thumb slid over the bead of moisture along the slit of his head. “Satisfied with what’s yours, sunshine?”

She glanced at his face. His voice sounded strong, and gruff, but his eyes gave away his hesitancy.

“I like what’s mine very much.” Kella licked her lips and patted the mattress. “I want to snuggle against you while you pleasure yourself for me.”

“Goddamn.” His cock jerked in his hand. “You sure you’re new to seduction?”

“Only you bring out my boldness, pretty boy.” She’d called him that as a kid. It’d started off as a slur, but had turned into a term of endearment.

A grin ticked up one corner of his mouth. “Watch it, sunshine, or I’ll turn you over my knee.”

Kella laughed, thrilled he’d remembered their childhood banter.

In a surprise move, he caught her ankles and spread her legs. He prowled up the bed straight over her. Stone kissed her clit, startling a whimper from her. He peppered her belly with a mix of platonic kisses and lusty licks. His tongue curled around a nipple, sucked the peak into his mouth, and rolled the bud between his teeth.

Stone moved upward, feeding her his weight, his chest mashing her breasts and his thick length butting against her core. Skin to skin was the second most erotic thing she’d ever experience.

“You feel divine against me,” he said against her neck, as he nuzzled his way to her ear. “Soon I want to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted that with a desperation that shocked her.

Lifting his head, he looked her dead in the eye and rocked his hips against her pelvis, imitating the motion of sex. The hard line of his dick pierced through her labia and slid through her folds, his cockhead batting against her clitoris. Pleasure punched her in the gut, a flash burn at her core where he repeated the movements over and over again.

She arched against him, and he caught her hip. “Be still. I don’t want to accidentally penetrate you.”

Kella clutched at his shoulders. “I want you, Stone.”

“Not today. Not until you trust me with every single one of your secrets.” He rested his forehead against hers, his huffing hitting her face telling its own tale. He wasn’t immune to what transpired between them. “I require your special lube so I can give you what you want.”

Special lube? Her arousal? No...it was more than that. He wanted her to come again. And she would quickly if he continued to sway against her.

“Don’t fight the orgasm.” His dick beat against her clitoris. “Give me what I want, and then I’ll give you what you want.”

Heat built at her core, and her limbs tingled with what approached.

The hand clutching her hip, slid beneath her, and he cupped her ass, angling her pelvis upward just enough that the blows of his cockhead against her bud felt different somehow. Stronger. More intense. Better. Perfect.

Time lengthened, expanded, and lost its focus. He watched her, encouraging her to let go in soft whispers, as he punched against her faster, his breathing falling harder, more rapid.

“
Stone
.” She came undone beneath him, stupefied all over again by the abrupt splinter of pleasure that ripped through her, tearing all sense of self from her. In this moment she was nothing but sensation, owned by Stone, and his to do with as he pleased.

“That’s lovely, my Kella. Picturesque.” He sounded so satisfied with himself, but she couldn’t reign in her vision to focus on him. She could only concentrate on the soft jabs of his cock that left her shuddering beneath him and were extending her gratification, with helpless whimpers falling from her lips with each soft blow. “So goddamn gorgeous when you
come for me
.”

There was something significant about his words, but she couldn’t identify what was noteworthy. Maybe because her brain had shut down and took ages before the glow of her orgasm faded. That languid, peaceful feeling, the most amazing sensation she’d ever been subjected to, had been just as profound the second time.

Okay, the third will be a disappointment.

His patience knew no limits because he waited for her. She could feel him watching her before she opened her eyes, the edges of her vision hazy from dying and going to heaven again.

“The second one took you a long time to come down from.”

“Gloat much?” She’d have curled into him like a content kitten if he hadn’t been on top of her.

“Only when I get my girl off that good.”

My girl
. She liked the sound of that more than she should. It gave her a sense of belonging. His cock rested against her wet core. She liked that too, the rightness of his placement drove home that she’d only ever belonged to Stone.

Lifting her head, she nipped at his bottom lip. “Your turn, pretty boy.”

Stone rolled to his back, and she snuggled against his side. One arm coiled around her, drawing her in snug. Her dew glistened on his cock. Fascinated, she observed as he wrapped his palm around the base of his dick.

He squeezed hard enough the thick, bulging veins that traveled the distance of his erection pulsed. “Are you sure you’re up for watching this?”

She jabbed him in the ribs. “Stop procrastinating and get busy.”

“As you wish, sunshine.”

His hand slid along the length of his cock, his thumb swishing across the head, and back down to the base. The same movement was duplicated so many times she lost count of the strokes he delivered to his dick. With time, his movements grew less smooth, and turned jagged. His crown swelled and turned a wicked shade of mauve. She would’ve kissed his head, but knew he would reject the gesture, so she lifted her hand and placed the pad of her fingertips against his slit.

His hips jerked, and he groaned, “
Kella
.”

“Come for me, Stone.” She loved throwing his words back at him.

He moaned, a guttural sound that resulted in a surge of wetness from her core. She loved his reaction, while hers perplexed her. For years she’d dreamed how their reunion would go, and this wasn’t even close to what she’d predicted.

Releasing his cock, he guided her hand, wrapping her palm around his girth. Her fingers wouldn’t meet he was so thick. Awed by the sheer size of him, she wet her lips while wondering if it’d hurt when he took her. Confidence in him lent her the belief he wouldn’t allow her to suffer any unnecessary pain.