Лиза Джонс - Dangerous Secrets

Luke parted her lips, pressing his tongue past her teeth, tasting her with a slow caress.

She moaned into his mouth, and the deliciously erotic sound had his cock expanding against his zipper, making him wish he’d done away with their clothes. Her fingers laced into his hair, giving him a tiny piece of her submission, so tiny, so far from all he wanted. She didn’t submit during sex, not even with him. Not in the past, but she had several nights before, and he wanted it again. He wanted that invisible sign of trust, of feeling something for him that she might not put into words, but showed him instead. With her body, her response to his touch, his kiss, his body buried deep inside hers.

His hand slid down her back, under the shirt and around her ass before he caressed the slender dip of her waist, and cupped her naked breasts.

She whimpered as he teased her nipple, her hips arching into his hand. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, over her neck, to her ear.

”I love those little sounds you make.” He shoved her shirt upward and she helped him pull it over her head, but Luke didn’t let her. He wrapped it around her hands and held them there, running his hand over her breasts, tweaking her nipple.

“I can do a lot more with my hands free, you know?”

“You can have them back after you come for me,” he said, his palm traveling down her stomach, his leg pulling hers open.

“That’s a–”

She gasped as he caressed and teased the silky heat between her legs. “There we go,” he said. “That’s exactly what I was looking for.”

He licked her nipple and she arched her back, thrusting her voluptuous breasts higher. Luke sucked one stiff peak into his mouth, and sunk two fingers inside her.

“Ah,” she panted. “I...Oh. I want to touch you.”

“Not until you give me what I asked for,” he said, his lips moving to hers, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth, his fingers stroking her inner walls in a slow back and forth motion, even as his thumb played with her swollen nub. “Not until you give me what I want.”

“Just so you know,” she whispered. “I’m going to pay you back for this.”

He smiled. “I hope you do.”

“Oh I will,” she said, “and...”

He let go of her hands and slid between her legs to suckle her clit. She tensed instantly and began spasming around his fingers. He suckled and licked and brought her to a complete release. The instant he felt her relax, she tugged at his shirt, and he fully intended to let her pull it off of him. Only she didn’t. She knotted it at his hands.

He laughed and sat up on his knees, arching a brow. She was on her knees too, making sure the shirt was tightly nodded. “Sit back against the couch.”

“You do know I still have my pants and my boots on? It would be easier to take them off with my hands free.”

“I can handle it,” she said, shoving his chest. “Sit back.”

Who was he to argue with the hottest woman in the planet? He sat back against the couch, between the coffee table and the love seat. She shoved the coffee table away, those lush breasts bouncing with the movement, and he was pretty sure he was about as hard as he’d ever been his entire life.

She tugged at his boot. Again, her breasts bounced. He groaned. “You know you’re driving me crazy, don’t you?”

“You earned it,” she reminded him.

Yes, he supposed he did, but with Julie, she always gave as good as she got. He reminded himself it was one of the things that made her so damn hot. Nothing was easy with her, but it was always fucking phenomenal.

The instant his boots were gone she settled between his legs and caressed her way up his thighs. “Did I mention that your sounds of pleasure make me hot?” she asked.

“Then I’m pretty damn sure you’re about to make us both hot.”

A teasing smiled played on her gorgeous mouth. It had given him more than a few fantasies over the years and it was a mouth he knew could do some pretty amazing things. She bent over and pressed her breasts to his crotch, taking his bound hands in hers and sliding her lush curves up his stomach and chest until she urged his hands behind his head. Her breasts were now in his face and he captured one with his mouth, suckling it deeply, roughly.

Julie moaned and held onto his head, rolling her shoulders forward in pleasure before pushing him back from her. “Stop,” she ordered, her blue eyes finding his. The connection was jarring in its intensity, the emotion between them far deeper than the erotic play of this game.

For an instant, he saw that vulnerable side of her flash in her eyes before the sexy, sinful, confident woman claimed his mouth in a sizzling kiss, and then drug her lips down his neck. She kissed her way downward and the snap of his pants, the slide of his zipper, seemed to magnify and echo through the room.

The instant her hand was inside his pants, adrenaline sent a rush to his head. Her fingers stroked the soft skin of his shaft, and then pulled the hard length of him free. She leaned and licked the pooled liquid at the tip and then suckled just the head of him into her mouth before tugging at his waistband.

“You can keep the socks, but nothing else.”

Damn, how he wanted to rip his hands free, and he could, but the desire to enjoy the woman in control gave him his own control, his own will to resist. By the time they’d worked together to free him of his clothes, he was thick and pulsing and all but going insane with the need for release.

She bent over, sticking that gorgeous ass of hers in the air, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. She looked at him, scraping her teeth over her lip.

“Now what should I do?”

“Witch.”

“Tell me. Your wish is my command.”

“Alright then,” he said. “Suck me.”

She smiled. “Alright then, I will.” She bent down and cut him a taunting look. ”After I lick you.” She rolled her tongue around him and Luke moaned. She licked him up and down, and watching her was almost as good as what she was doing to him. She was driving him crazy.

“Suck me,” he groaned. “You–” She took him into her mouth. Oh and how she took him. The woman knew how to please him, and she’d practiced plenty during that summer month they’d spent together. She sucked, and pumped, and used her hand, her lips, her tongue, until he couldn’t even hold his eyes open, the pleasure was so intense. He leaned back, his head on the cushion, and when he would have said ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ she was already there, and so was he. Release came over him, intense and ripping through him with biting, painfully good pleasure. Slowly, he relaxed, the tension in his muscles easing. Julie climbed on top of him and he tore his hands free, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.

“You know you drive me wild,” he said, “but not because of this. Because of you and us, and-”

She pressed her lips to his, silencing his words, and he was certain it was because she didn’t want his confession, because he’d let her slip back into the sex goddess routine too quickly. But then she surprised him, and murmured, “I know.”

He pulled back, forced her to look at him. “You know what?”

Her lashes lowered, then lifted. “That it’s more than...me driving you wild or you driving me wild. I know.”

They stared at each for several intense seconds before they were kissing again, wild and hot, a craving that had to be fulfilled. And when it shouldn’t have been possible, he was hard again, thick with need.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, before he forgot that they needed a condom.

She reached behind her, stroking his shaft. “I like it right here.” She started to lift herself and he stopped her.