LustAfterDeath (7 page)

After a few more agonizing minutes, Bane palmed her face and
lifted her up. “That was great, babe. You can stop now.” His cock pulsed in
protest. Bane moved to kneeling and secured himself back in his pants. He only
needed a moment alone in the woods to finish.

Josie sat back on her knees with a confused look on her
face. “But you didn’t…” She sounded hurt. Man, this girl just made him feel
more and more like a douche. “I wanted to see you, when you…y’know…”

“Came?” His voice was a growl. He’d meant to be good, to
take the high road, but the way she fastened a trembling bottom lip between her
teeth sent his pulse beating in his ears. And anyway, neither one of them would
remember this in a few days.

Bane slipped his hand to her nape and slanted his mouth over
hers. He plunged his tongue inside, giving her a chance to show fear, to push
him away. Instead she gripped his shoulders and rubbed her chest against him.
He kissed her deeper, then nipped at her mouth. In response she tore her shirt
over her head and tugged his up to his armpits.

He didn’t have time to pull it off before she pressed her
upper body into his. Josie kissed his chest, and when he got the shirt off, his
shoulder. Her fingers played at his fly. He felt blood climbing his cheeks and
whispered in her ear, “I may have to help you out. Um, with what you’re doing.”

Her hand found his dick again and she pulled her head back
to look him dead in the eyes and gave him a big, sappy grin.

Bane’s blush climbed to his ears. “I don’t know if I can do
this.” It wasn’t just that he’d never gotten head or a hand job before. He’d
never had someone watch him, especially not a beautiful, angelic, innocent
woman…

Her smile faltered. “Can you only do it the other way?” Her
hand stilled.

It took him a moment to figure out what she was talking
about. But when she sat back on her heels, he noticed her press her knees
together.

“No, babe. It’s not that…”

Crap, now she looked sad. He leaned forward and kissed her
again, and then drew her up so they were both kneeling and facing each other.
Fuck his performance issues. She wanted to see his money shot, and he would
give it to her. Still devouring her mouth, he pulled her hand into his lap.
Bane rested his free hand on her knee before skimming up the inside of her
thigh.

Her knees pressed tighter as his fingers met her curls. Bane
dragged a line of kisses to her ear and whispered, “I won’t hurt you. Open your
legs for me?” He grinned at the suggestiveness of the request but schooled his
mind to remain in the present—nice, gentle, sexy thoughts she’d enjoy hearing.

Josie shivered and widened her knees. Then she tightened her
grip and dragged it the length of his cock, circling the tip with her palm.
Bane let his head fall to her shoulder. His middle finger speared into her
slippery folds.

She made a sound between a yelp and a cry and buried her
head in his shoulder. Bane shifted forward, one knee inserted between hers. He
leaned into her and helped her hand work up and down his dick while his finger
stroked from her opening to her clitoris and back again. She mewled and rocked
her hips on his hand. Her wetness coated his palm and fingers. Bane groaned
into her neck and bucked into her fist.

They stroked each other in time, each of them straining and
panting. When his fingertip breached her entrance she tensed. Bane pulled his
touch back, running only along her cleft, but Josie sighed, “Don’t stop,” and
pressed her mouth onto his. With a growl, he slid his finger inside her. Her center
clasped on each knuckle until the heel of his hand rested on her mons.

Bane sank his finger into her faster, bending it to reach
what he hoped was her G-spot. When she cried his name, he figured he’d found
it.

She rose and fell of her own accord, fucking his hand, and
Bane gave up using her trembling fingers on himself. He released her fist and
stroked his cock hard while Josie wrapped her thin arms around his neck. He
breathed deep the rosemary-and-woman scent of her hair, and reveled in the
sound of her screaming. Her center clamped on his hand and her knees squeezed
tight on his thigh.

His fist flew a staccato beat and Bane rubbed the tip of his
cock on her soft skin, his pre-cum mixing with her damp sheen, and milked the
final thrusts he needed. The orgasm clamped down on him from behind and
traveled the length of his cock and up his spine. Each grip of it ached like
pain, and he arched back, falling onto the hand that had been between Josie’s
legs. Behind clamped eyelids, colors danced in his vision. Hot splashes of cum
landed on his belly. Josie’s hands covered his thighs. She peppered kisses on
his chest. Still panting, Bane opened his eyes.

Josie watched him with an expression so admiring Bane’s
chest hurt. “You’re beautiful.” She smoothed her hands up his legs and then to
his belly.

“You might not want to…”

Her fingertips passed through the puddle of cum, and she
lifted it to her mouth. Bane gulped at the sensuality of her lips closing over
her glistening finger.

Her face pinched. Her nose wrinkled.

He chuckled, though he tried to pass it off as a cough. “Oh
babe, I’m pretty sure it’s an acquired taste.”

* * * * *

A light shone down a long tunnel. Adam opened his eyes and
saw orbs, white and blinding, suspended overhead. He tried to raise his head,
but straps held him down. He thrashed and realized he’d been tied to a gurney.

“Relax, Adam,” a woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Your
chip is re-integrating your old personality. So smart of you to keep it on file
for us.”

Images bombarded his mind like an avalanche. The surface
beneath him rocked and shook as he responded to the onslaught. The heads of
several men appeared in his line of sight, their eyes glazed.

His mind flashed on a single image, Josie. Her hair and eyes
were so dark they were almost black, and her skin was white like milk. She
belonged to him. Someone had stolen her away

“Good boy,” the female’s voice crooned. He felt the straps
loosen on his thighs and hips then the weight on his chest was released. A hand
fell on his shoulder and the men moved away. A face swept before him, that of a
tiny cherub with harsh eyes.

“Welcome to Synaviv. I’m Ana.” Images clicked through his
mind of a group, a network, all connected and working together, and this tiny
female at the helm.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue felt dry and
hung limp in his mouth. The sound that came out was, “Laaarg.”

More gentle pats landed on his shoulder, though none of the
hands he felt were Ana’s. It was as if she touched him through the lifeless
men. “There, there. Rest for now. We’ll need your help soon.”

His thoughts skimmed to a man, blond and gaunt. He was the
one who stole her.

The female laughed. “That’s Bane Connor you’re seeing.” Adam
would have lifted his head to see her better, but he couldn’t move. “You’re
going to help us find him.”

* * * * *

Josie woke to the sound of Bane shouting. Blood and dead
bodies flashed in her mind. She shook him until he convulsed and the pictures
stopped scrolling.

He flinched, wild and panicked. When he saw her, Bane scurried
backward to the edge of the tent.

“Are you okay?” She spoke in low tones, as she might to a
frightened wild animal. In the low morning light Josie noticed the dark circles
under his eyes.

He combed a hand through his rumpled hair. “Yeah, babe.” He
chuckled, but Josie heard the nerves in his breath. “Just a bad dream.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“Eh, sometimes.” His shoulder hitched and he wiped a hand
across his face and nose and Josie wondered if there’d been wetness there. “But
not for much longer,” he muttered. He took a deep breath and lay back down next
to her in the dark.

Josie inched closer to him, not leaving the safety of her
sleeping bag. In slow increments, Bane seemed to relax. He yawned and rolled
over a few times, but gave up when it seemed neither of them would fall back
asleep.

After a few more minutes, Bane unzipped his sleeping bag and
pressed his legs out long and his arms wide, filling the tight space in an
ostentatiously male display. A smug smile played on his face, and he looped a hand
behind her waist and tugged her half on top of him.

Her fingers twined through the crinkly hair on his chest.
Sparks of heat lit inside her. She breathed in his musky, wild smell and
allowed her eyes to trace the scars along his torso down to where they ended
right above his shorts. The material there tented and she skimmed her finger
along the protuberance, knowing what male flesh lay beneath. Josie smiled a
secret smile against the skin of his shoulder. “What’s it called?” She blushed
and hid her face.

His body bounced beneath hers as he laughed. “Um, you mean…”
He raised his head to look down his body at the pole holding up his shorts. She
nodded against his arm and he reached to tuck into a different angle.

More bouncing, though this time his chuckle seemed nervous.
“Well, the official word is penis, I guess. Though most people say cock, or
dick… Or trouser snake, one-eyed monster.”

Josie thought about the expressions at her disposal and
lifted her head a bit to regard his groin. His underwear jerked as if it
noticed her staring. She placed a hand atop it, petting it. She would call it
his cock. That was the term that seemed to slide easiest from his tongue.
Still, Josie couldn’t quite imagine saying it aloud. Her leg wrapped over his
and she squeezed his thigh between hers.

“Ah, babe.” He rolled onto his side and nipped at her lips,
then kissed her with a soft assurance that made her giddy.

She rubbed her core on the firm muscles of his thigh and
tightened her grip on his…cock until he swelled thicker in her hand. “Do you
want to try doing that thing you thought about?”

His lips nuzzled down her neck, then over her collarbone and
to her breast. Through her shirt, he took her nipple into his mouth and drew on
it in a sucking motion. Pleasure coursed through her, making her melt. The
space between her legs thrummed with anticipation.

“Which thing?” he asked against her taut bud, and then
pinched it between his teeth. Josie’s back arched and she wondered how she
would ever bring herself to leave the tent.

“You know!” She gave him a teasing nudge.

Bane rolled on top of her, so that his hips settled into the
cradle of hers. He curled his body, surging his cloth-covered groin into her
bare one. The rough pressure felt exquisite, and Josie tilted her hips, inviting
him to rub harder.

He plucked her bottom lip between his teeth and suckled it.
“How about this?” A stream of pictures flitted through her mind—Bane and her
naked and entwined, face-to-face, her lips parted as she gasped at climax.

Josie nodded.

“You are so hot.” Bane’s laughter rumbled low in his chest.

She smiled up at him and ran her hands along his ribs. Her
legs wrapped around his lower back. “So are you.” She lifted her head and
pressed her lips to his chest, then ran her tongue over his flat, pink nipple.
His sharp inhalation told her he liked it, so she lapped at him again, giggling
when he tensed in her arms.

Bane ducked his head to her chest and licked her back, a
teasing smile playing on those shapely lips. Her fingers stroked higher on his
sides, into the fluffy, light-brown splay of fur under his arms. He wrestled
her arms away and grasped both her wrists into one of his hands.

A grin stretched across his face, wide open like a
sun-filled sky. “And now I have you at my mercy,” he growled, right before
snaking his fingertips under her arms and tickling her until she screamed with
laughter.

Chapter Seven

Josie rubbed her breasts against him and kicked her legs. He
weakened his hold, letting her think she was winning, so that she rolled over
on top of him and straddled his thighs. She wiggled her hips on his, smiling
with her victory.

Cupping a hand behind her head to protect her skull, Bane
flipped Josie onto her back. Then he wrestled her face down and gripped her
forearms in his hand above her head. Bane spread his knees, one on either side
of her buttocks. Then he swept her hair across her creamy nape and nuzzled
where her jumping muscles met her shoulder.

Josie sighed. She lifted her hips and wiggled on his cock
with absolutely no fear.

A picture flashed in Bane’s mind of Josie taking him
doggy-style. It was like something he would fantasize, but re-imagined from her
point of view. He hadn’t realized their mental communication worked both ways.
A knot rose in his throat. He wanted more—more of her thoughts, her pictures,
the things she thought about when she got turned-on.

With a hand under one of her hips, Bane shifted Josie onto
her back. He pressed a line of kisses down her body, starting below her breast
and over the slight swell of her belly to nuzzle the curls at her groin.

His tongue darted out and she angled up to meet him,
spreading her legs like a flower blooming. She threw her arms over her head and
arched her back. Her tiny feet pressed between his shoulder blades.

Bane flattened his tongue at her opening and swiped a path
to her clitoris. He didn’t know which reward was greater—the fragrance of her
lust exploding around him, or the sound of her shouting his name like a
conquering hero. Colors and images danced in his mind and he knew they streamed
from her. He pressed two fingers close together and spread her in a firm push.
She shuddered and screamed and he felt her orgasm as if it were his own.

Bane shoved his boxers to his ankles. His underwear still
hanging from one foot, he crawled up the length of her body, nipping every bit
of skin he could find. He’d vowed to tell Frank to insert something in his
post-wipe programming about finding Josie and worshipping her with every ounce
of his wholesome-and-new self.