Evanescent Ink (Copperline #4) (15 page)

“Fuck, Raven,” I exhaled. “Don’t tease me, baby.”

Contradicting my plea, she pulled back a fraction of an inch and smiled up at me, then brought her face forward to take the head of my dick into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, gently stroking it with a slow, even rhythm as she swiped her tongue around me. I felt the ball of her tongue piercing massaging me in a circular motion. She tipped her head to the side, carefully enveloping the head. Her other hand had begun to stroke my balls, grazing the sensitive skin. With a sucking kiss, she pulled away and brought the fingertips of that hand to the underside of my barbell, and she gently began to unscrew the bead.

“What are you doing?” I hoarsely grated out.

“I want to suck you down my throat,” she breathed in reply as she licked her lips. “Don’t worry, I know my way around these things. I'll put it back when we’re done.”

There was a slight pull of pressure in my dick as she pulled the jewelry out, and then she took me deep into her mouth. I hadn’t had head like this in years, not since long before I got pierced. It had been awesome back then, but girls never wanted the apa removed. They wanted to experience what it could do for them.

Something about seeing Raven kneeling before me, trussed up in her corset, ruffled skirt, and leather boots, scorched all memories of any head I’d received before. She sucked me deep, and I could feel the tightening of her throat around the head my cock. She stroked the ball of her tongue piercing down along the ridge underneath and sent tremors through my legs.

And through it all, she looked up at me with her wide purple eyes. Her dark makeup, smudged thick to frame her long lashes. The locks of purple and black piled into curls on her head. From time to time, her eyelids would flutter closed in a look of sheer ecstasy as she tried to take all of me in. The convulsive jerk of her throat tightened around me in a gasping gag, but she continued to coax me deeper, working past it until she had all of me. My hands tangled into her hair, knocking her feathery plume out and loosening some of the strands. Of their own volition, they held her head steady as my hips began to thrust. Small movements at first, they grew more forceful until I was fucking her mouth. Every choked gasp spurred me on until I felt like I was going to blow.

I pulled back and grabbed her hands, pulling her upright forcefully, then pushing her back to the bed. Her thighs parted, knocking the small front of her skirt up to show her silky black panties. I slipped my hands up from the tops of her boots just above her knees to her hips, grasping the scrap of silk and jerking the tiny garment down her legs.

And then I lowered myself on top of her, my elbow bracing my weight by her head, and I positioned myself at her entrance.

Without the barbell of my apadravya to slow me down, I surged into her slick wet warmth. Raven let out a hoarse cry and brought her heels up to the backs of my legs, digging into my thighs as I filled her. One of her hands slipped down my back into my jeans to claw at my ass, the other up under my shirt to dig into my shoulder. Every throbbing, pounding stroke pulled her closer to me, wrapped her more intricately into my embrace. I kissed her deeply, groaning into her mouth as I plowed into the heaven of her hot, wet pussy over and over again.

“Drew,” she whispered against my lips. “Oh, God, yes… fuck me, Drew.”

She sounded so desperate, so overcome with emotion and need. It renewed my driving pace, and I lifted my torso to straighten, hunched a little at the knees. The angle hit her differently, and a sob broke from her throat. I pulled at the strings of her corset, loosening the thick fabric and delving underneath to find the hardened point of her nipple through her shirt.

Funny how the lack of my piercing brought back different sensations I hadn’t felt in so long. Her smooth, slick pussy tightened around me as I squeezed the hardened bud hard through the thin fabric of her blouse. She bucked, breathing out
“yes!”
in a ragged whisper. I did the same with the other side, alternating the pressure with gentle tweaks of the little rings. Each time, she arched and dug her heels into my legs. She whispered my name deliriously.

I pushed into her furiously hard, holding my stance, and brought one hand down to the apex of her thighs where we were joined. I stroked the folds that encircled my dick, feeling the connection with a jolt of ownership, then moving to rub firm circles wide around her clit. Her hips bucked, and my other hand lowered to press them roughly against the bed as my circles narrowed. Closer to the sensitive little center that gleamed with wetness in the low light of the bedside lamp. Around and around, closer and closer. I lightly flicked her piercing, and her muscles tensed. I did it again, repeating the touch in quick movements. Suddenly, she seized up tight until she shook, then cried out, shuddering violently below me.

I began to fuck her again, hard. The rhythmic pulsing of her body tightening around mine with each stroke fueled my drive, and then I felt the heated pressure rise inside me. I was so close, but I didn’t want it to end. I fought it as I pounded into her, wanting to slow and relish the molten sensation spreading through my veins, but unable to pull back. My body had taken control. My lust was the force of my existence, and it demanded release.

I managed a few more strokes, slamming into her ferociously before my lips covered hers, and I broke free with a deep guttural groan. Waves of heat poured out of me and into Raven, sealing me to her in a way that felt like I owned her. My mind went completely blank for a moment, totally blacking out as the bliss took hold.

Awareness slowly returned. Raven was lying beneath me, clutching me tightly. Her face buried in my shoulder. Her breath caught in what almost sounded like a quiet sob.

“Rave, you okay?” I asked, my own voice sounding shaky and weak.

After releasing a slightly broken breath, she drew back a little to look up at me. Some depth of emotion filtered through her gaze. She nodded slowly, then focused on my lips, coming forward to kiss me so gently it made my heart ache.

She roused a new need in me. Not carnal. Not physical. Rather the desire to take her inside myself. To shelter the glimmer of frailty she finally let me see. To cherish the sweet tenderness of her soul.

I gathered her close and enveloped her in this unspoken sensation, this hint of something more. Something stronger and more binding than the simplicity of a fuck buddy. With a genuine sense of belonging, I held her close to my heart and absorbed the emotion of her shattered breath.

A short while later, I lay flat on my back watching Raven. She had slipped out from under me after some time. After our breathing had normalized. After my heart rate had eased back to a regular rhythm. After she had replaced my apa with a kiss and tucked me back into my jeans while I attempted to recover some semblance of strength in my limbs.

She now stood before the mirrored dresser reapplying her lipstick and dusting a fine powder over the bridge of her nose. She had pulled errant curls back up into the dark pile on her head, but her corset strings still hung loose over her gauzy plum-colored shirt.

“This is an amazing room,” I murmured, still feeling a bit dazed. “This whole place is amazing.”

“This is the master bedroom,” she smiled back at me in the mirror, then lifted her eyes to scan the surroundings. “A room fit for a copper king.”

“This is the master?” I sat up, still trying to shake the reverberations of my orgasm, but feeling a little shocked at the fact that this room was fairly significant. “Holy hell, did we just fuck on Marcus Daly’s bed?”

“Actually, this mansion belonged to William Clark.”

“So did we just fuck on William Clark’s bed?” Then a thought hit me. “Wait, was he Clark of Lewis & Clark who mapped out the western half of the US?”

Raven laughed and turned to face me. “Different Clark. William A. Clark was a copper king, like Daly. Daly’s biggest rival, actually. At one time, he was one of the richest guys in the world. Made millions of dollars a day.”

I settled my hands at her hips and gave her a smug grin.

“And we just fucked on his bed.”

“That we did,” she giggled. “Although I don’t think this is the original.”

My breath caught, and my mouth started moving before my brain could catch up. “I love that sound.”

“What sound?”

“Your giggle. It seems so foreign coming from you, but it does some wild shit to me.” I pulled her close to me, throwing her off balance, and fell back onto the bed again. Before she could react, I rolled over her and kissed her soundly, and she melted into my arms beneath me.

Suddenly, we heard feet—a lot of feet—tromping up the stairs just outside the room. Voices carried through the halls as the tour group came closer.

“Shit!” I whispered, knifing up from the soft mattress. I grabbed Raven’s hand, pulling her to stand beside me.

“Off to the left is the master bedroom, so we’ll start there,” we heard the guide say and the footsteps came closer. The doorknob rattled. “How odd, it’s locked. I must have done that after the last group on accident.”

There was a jingle of metal, and then a key hit the lock. Raven lurched for the light, flicking it off before we stumbled through the darkness into the adjoining octagonal room.

“We need to hide,” I breathed, but Raven’s fingertips covered my lips just as the door opened in the other room. She grabbed my hand and led me through yet another doorway. The thought raced through my brain that there were a fuckload of doors right in this area. I had no clue if she knew where she was going, but, God, I hoped so.

The overhead lights suddenly lit the bedroom behind us, allowing a faint glow to work its way into the room we now stood in, a large bathroom full of white tile. The occupants of the bedroom
ooohed
and
aahhed
about the furniture, the sumptuous bedding (I hoped they didn’t look too closely at the bedding), and fixtures. Raven quickly finished tightening up her strings, tying them in a bow at the top, and looked up at me in the almost darkness.

“Do I look okay?” she whispered.

“Jesus Christ, when do you not?” I breathed back, and my heart beat heavily in my chest as a faint, vulnerable smile touched her lips.

She gave her head a tiny shake which dislodged a thick lock of hair that fell down along her cheek. Tucking it back into her pile of curls, she quietly tried again. “What I mean is, do I look like I have
not
had my brains fucked out in William A. Clark’s bed?”

I shot her a wicked smile. “What if I like that look on you?”

Raven rolled her eyes, but with a quiet laugh, and peeked out yet another door that led to the empty hallway before us.

“Come on,” she whispered, and pulled me out after her, heading for the staircase to the main floor.

“Jesus, there’s a lot of fucking doors in this house.”

“It was status symbol,” she explained in a barely audible voice. “At the time Clark built this place, people were taxed on how many doors they had. He had over ninety, which was a way to show the world how rich he was.”

At the landing halfway down where the stairs turned to go down into the front hall, we met with Lloyd who was heading up.

“Raven, you’re not going on the tour?”

She flashed a bright grin at him. “I used to give tours here, remember? I’ve seen it a bazillion times. I was actually looking for you. We’re going to head out.”

“Okay, cool,” he replied. “It was great seeing you again. I can’t wait until the next steampunk thing. Charlie was just telling me about some of the stuff they’ve got planned for the one in Billings in March. It sounds amazing.”

“Are you going, then?”

“Thinking about it. Maybe I’ll see you two there.

Raven looked up at me with a hint of uncertainty, but then nodded to Lloyd. “Yeah, maybe.”

Lloyd turned to me and stuck out his hand. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Drew.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You too.”

He quickly headed up the stairs, and Raven gave him a small wave as he turned to the left and headed into the master to meet up with the group. She looked up at me, and a sudden giddiness had us both chuckling quietly as we started back down to the main floor. We had just reached the bottom of the stairs and Raven was digging through her little velvet purse for her keys when Lloyd came bounding back down. His eyes held a teasing light, and he looked just a little too pleased with himself.