Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk (35 page)

“What do you want to say?” His green eyes glittered with mischief.

Oh sweet Jesus. He can’t keep looking at me like that.

She bit her bottom lip and her eyes darted to the sheet covering him. There was no mistaking his arousal, and upon seeing it, she became soaked. Her core was throbbing and her nipples strained against her shirt. She was just as turned on as he was and she couldn’t deny it.

Like a snake striking out, his hand clasped around her wrist and he lifted his shoulders and head off the table. “I can’t handle you looking at me like that, Lacey. I can’t stay in control much longer.”

She licked her lips met his gaze before slowly allowing her eyes to travel down his body. His cock jumped beneath the sheet. When she looked back up at him, his nostrils flared slightly and his jaw twitched as he clinched together.

“What if I want you too?” she said softly. She wasn’t sure what had come over her. Maybe she was tired of being alone, or perhaps she was just tired of running.

Gently she pulled her hand out of his grasp and walked over to the door. She turned the lock and then turned back around to face him. He was sitting up, leaning back on his elbows watching her with a mixture of doubt and lust. The way he was watching her made her heart beat uncontrollably. There was no mistaking his arousal. It stood proudly under the sheet.

For a long moment they just stared at each other, each wondering what the other was going to do.  Finally, gathering up all the courage she could, she slowly walked to the table. Never taking her eyes off of his, she lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head.

“Shit,” he hissed as his eyes burned over her. She pulled the bottom corner of her lip between her teeth and chew anxiously on it.

Sitting up fully, he swung his legs over the edge of the table, still keeping himself covered. It was a small gesture but one she was grateful for. He spread his legs and pulled her between them. He then reached up and unhooked her hair and ran his fingers through the golden locks.

“I’ve thought about touching this beautiful hair ever since we met,” he whispered as he cupped the back of her head and slowly pulled her mouth to his. There was no denying her uncertainty so, biting back his desire to ravage her like he really wanted to, Trevor took his time and pressed his mouth to hers gently.

The minute their mouths touched the electricity between them jumped to life. Lacey became hungry for his touch. There was an urgency deep inside that told her if she didn’t do this, he would vanish. She gripped his shoulders and pulled his chest tighter against hers.

His hands began to skim and trace over the lines of her body, his rough calluses bringing goose bumps to the surface. She felt a slight tug at her back and soon her breasts were free with one flick of his wrist.

Grabbing the straps, he slowly dragged them down and over her shoulders and arms. As he moved he trailed kisses over her skin. His teeth gently grazed against her flesh. Her head fell back and a sigh escaped her lips as he kissed her collar bone.

Stepping back, she completely moved her bra, but when she tried to step close to him once more, his hands were firm holding her away from him. His eyes devoured her hungrily.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled as he bent forward and kissed the top of each heaving globe. She shivered.

He scooped low and sucked a hardened nipple between his teeth and she threw her head back and cried out, her nails digging into his back.

“Oh…uhhh,” she moaned as his tongue swiveled and swirled along the peak.

He then pressed a kiss to the valley between her breasts before moving and lavishing the same attention to the other side. Her mind exploded as tiny fingers of pleasure tickled their way up her spine. She moved closer to him, his erection pressing against her flat stomach.

“Trevor,” she moaned as she threaded her fingers through his hair. She was officially soaked, and experiencing an ache like she’d never felt before.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as he pulled back and looked at her.

She nodded.

“No, Lacey. I need to hear you say it. I want to lose control with you but I won’t if you’re not ready or don’t want this.”

“Yes,” she muttered, looking down at her hands, which were now resting on his bare thighs. It would only take a simple flick of the wrist and everything would be revealed.

Using his index finger he placed it under her chin and lifted her head. “You have got to tell me. You have to give me permission because I won’t move another muscle until I know you are willing.”

She was so close she could see her reflection in his eyes and she could see how much he was hungry for her. That was all it took. “Yes,” she said clearly. “I want you. I want whatever this is.”

It seemed like his shoulders sagged with relief, as if he was truly worried she would say no. There were no more words. Trevor slid off the bed and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth slamming against hers with an urgency that only fueled her own passion.

Excitement bubbled in her chest as he lifted her off her feet and spun her around, placing her butt on the table.

“Lie down,” he demanded.

The Trevor from earlier was gone. The country boy turned pro-baseball player had vanished. It his place stood a beast that looked as if he was going to devour her. She trembled as he walked to the end of the table and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her down to him. Leaning over her, he then pressed hot kisses to her stomach as he slowly peeled her pants down over her hips.

Her body hummed with anticipation as her breathing became labored. Never before had a man taken his time with her. This was new and exciting and she felt like she was going to explode with desire. He kissed her hip bones, teasing the skin with the tip of his tongue. With a slowness that was driving her mad, he finally pulled each leg free of the yoga pants.  Slowly he teased every inch of her bare legs with his tongue, making her squirm.

Trevor glanced up and found Lacey’s head thrown back and her mouth parted as she sighed. He coaxed her legs apart and nearly got off simply from the sight of her. She was shaved bare—except for a small patch at the top—and her swollen lips glistening with her arousal. He licked his lips, anxious to taste what she had to offer. His dick throbbed painfully, reminding him of how long it had been since it had been buried inside tight pussy. He had to remind himself to be careful. It would be all too easy for him to spook her, and he didn’t want that to happen. He just had to remember, for the time being, to keep the side that wanted her to submit to him in check.

He kissed each hip once more and then nuzzled the thin thatch of hair with his nose, breathing her in deeply. Gently he parted her folds and blew cool air against her core, knowing how baldy she was aching. She responded by arching her back off the table and crying out his name. Damn how he loved hearing his name on her lips.

Wanting to hear her moan and scream and cry his name out, he lowered his mouth to her and drew his tongue from her throbbing pussy all the way up and around her clit. He moaned against her. Her sweetness was heavy on his tongue and he knew he was hooked. He had to taste more. Clasping her hips, holding her in place, he began to torment her with his tongue, dipping it in and out of her hole. He gently sucked on her clit and rolled it between his lips and tongue. He thought he might very well come just by tasting her.  She was amazing.

The minute Trevor’s mouth closed around her, Lacey’s world exploded. She no longer had control over her body as it bucked and writhed against the onslaught of his mouth. “Holy fuck. Trevor, oh shit,” she screamed as she clutched the back of his head and pulled his face tighter against her aching pussy.

He chuckled and the vibrations sent new kinds of thrills scurrying through her. She tried to lift her hips but his large hands held her pinned down. She was feeling so much pleasure, she was certain she was going to die. She had no idea what to do with herself as the pit of her stomach began to tighten like a spring.

“Trevor. Shit...” Her mind was spinning so fast she couldn’t even form a complete sentence. She was soaring higher and higher and just as she was about to reach for something she had no clue existed the feeling began to fade.

“What happened?” she whimpered.  Trevor had moved away and was watching her with hungry eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

“W—what?”

“I want to see you touch that sweet little pussy,” he growled out.

Feeling a bit awkward, at first she found reassurance in his gaze. Slowly she pushed her hand down her stomach and into the slick folds of her pussy. The minute her fingers connected with her clit, the pleasure was back.  Her hips arched against her hand and her eyes rolled back.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded.

She wasn’t sure what was up with the demands, but she was beginning to discover that the aggressive side of the country boy was more than just a little arousing. Languidly she opened her eyes as she stroked her fingers along her flesh.

“Keep going,” he said as he moved around to the shelf containing all the oils. He read a few labels and picked up the one he was looking for. He stood behind her and opened the bottle. Slowly the oil drizzled out and onto the tips of her nipples. She groaned. The oil he’d selected warmed on contact with skin. Her nipples began to tingle as he reached from above her head and groped her, forcefully pinching her nipples.

“Damn,” she moaned.

Her hand moved faster and faster, driving herself to closer to the edge. Just as she was once more about to jump over the edge of pleasure his voice stopped her.

“Stop.”

She cried out in frustration.

“Get up,” he commanded.

Scrambling from the table her feet touched the floor but her legs were weak. He caught her with an arm around the waist.

“I am going to ask you this once more. I’m holding onto a thread. If you want to back out then now is your chance.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lacey rarely used that kind of language but then again she had never had sex with any of her clients before either.

He chuckled. “I take that as a yes.”

“Yes,” she said as she reached between their bodies and circled her hand around his giant cock. Good grief he was massive. She couldn’t even close her hand around the shaft. His eyes fluttered closed as she stroked him a few times, pulling her thumb over the slick moisture at the tip and spreading it down.

With a movement like lightning he spun her around and pushed her down onto the table. Her cheek was pressed against the warm vinyl as one of his hands pressed down on the center of her back. This was the first time she’d been taken like this and, she realized, she liked it. Pleasure exploded from her center as he teased her entrance with the tip of his engorged cock.

Leaning down he put his mouth close to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard now,” he rasped huskily.

“Show me what you’ve got,” she coaxed with a sly grin. She liked the free feeling he was giving her.

There was no warning as he entered her with one forceful thrust. She screamed and arched as he rammed her into the table. He gave her a minute to adjust around him. She panted as his fingers raked down the center of her back.

At first he moved slowly, pulling almost completely out of her before slamming into her again. It wasn’t long before he picked up the speed and began riding her hard and fast. His fist curled in her hair and he pulled her up from the bed.

“Ohhh fuck. Trevor...” Something was happening to her that she’d never experienced before. She was losing control and her body was beginning to spasm. Her first instinct was to fight it.

Trevor loosened his grip on her hair. “Let it go love. Let it take you,” he coaxed as he pumped faster and deeper inside her. She could feel his breaths coming out against her sweat dampened back. She clutched the edge of the table and held on for dear life.

As he continued to slam into her she climbed higher than ever before. Then, just like that, she exploded, a wild scream tearing from her lips. Her body trembled and shuddered and Trevor continued to screw her. Harder and harder he drove into her.

“Keep coming baby. I’m right there with you.”  Once. Twice. Three times he thrust before he bellowed out his own release. It seemed to last forever before he finally collapsed onto her back.

Lacey lost track of time and everything around her. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her heart and Trevor’s breathing next to her ear.

“What the fuck was that?” she gasped.

“Such a potty mouth,” he said as he slid from inside her and climbed onto the table. He then pulled her into the cradle of his arms.

“Sorry.” She giggled and snuggled in closer. Her body was humming like a tuning fork and she loved it. She felt like she was drunk but without the expense of a hangover.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” he asked.

“Well, yeah, but nothing like that,” she admitted.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with a client, and on my table.”

“A whole new meaning to happy endings, huh?” He laughed.

“I guess so.”