Expiez: Redeem Your Blood Lust (9 page)

Her legs parted wider, inviting him in.

She kept her knees pointed toward the bar, away from the dance floor, and Darus positioned his body in such a way that casual observers would never know what was happening. If the bartender walked over though...

This was exactly the crazy she needed. It was exhilarating to do something so taboo. Her body was hers to command. No one—not Chris or Julia or Armand—could tell her how to use it. And if she wanted to let this gorgeous, somewhat dangerous man expertly stroke her clit in the middle of a crowded bar she could. And she would.

His free hand resting on her shoulder, the side of his head pressed against hers, he rubbed her sex with the perfect amount of pressure. The more his thumb circled her clit, the harder it was for her to resist rolling her hips against his touch.

"You're really good at that," she murmured.

"It would be better if I could be inside you."

The proposal made her squirm, even though she did her damnedest to keep the motion subtle. "What if someone comes by?"

"That just makes it hotter."

God, it did. The thought of some stranger catching him fingering her shot heat straight to her core. Something Darus seemed to pick up on.

"You are so damn sexy," he purred. "Can I? Please?"

Her legs drifted even further apart. He slid a finger under her panties and into her, moaning quietly. His thumb continued to rub her now exposed flesh and the sensation of his skin against her skin made her want to rip her clothes off and spread herself as wide as she could for him.

She was surprised no one seemed to notice them. But even though his finger pumped in and out of her it was hidden beneath her skirt, and his body blocked the view. She caught sight of the bartender and was pretty sure she knew, but the woman didn't seem inclined to interrupt.

"Clare," he purred in her ear. "You don't know how beautiful I think you are, or how amazing... And so sexy. You smell like heaven, feel like heaven. I'm sure you taste like heaven."

She wanted to comment but the only thing that would come out of her mouth if she opened it was a moan. His silky words were like an aphrodisiac. Chris spent so much time tearing her down, it felt so good to be built back up.

"You are making me so fucking hard."

She grabbed the top of his pants, wanting to pull his hips in so she could feel his erection against her thigh. Her fingers brushed against something protruding from the top of his pants and realized with a surge of wetness it was his cock, thick and hard, reaching all the way to his navel.

"Oh my God…" she breathed. Reaching through the gaps between the buttons on his shirt, she traced the tip with her thumb, the pre-cum coating the head of his cock making the perfect lubricant. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to yank his shirt open so her tongue could replace her thumb. Or better yet, her mouth. And she didn't just want the tip, she wanted the whole, glorious length in her mouth. She couldn't wait to get him alone so she could show him she didn't have a gag reflex.

The thought sent her over the edge. As she started to come, her lips parted, ready to let loose the cries of pleasure she couldn't contain. Darus immediately covered her open mouth with his, sliding his tongue into it as her core milked his finger and his thumb massaged her clit into pure ecstasy. She returned his heady kiss eagerly, happy to have the distraction of his soft lips against hers and his skilled tongue in her mouth to keep the moans in the back of her throat.

When her orgasm finally subsided, he eased his fingers from her, carefully keeping her covered. Her breathing heavy, her body like jelly, she met his gaze.

He smiled. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Finger me?"

"Kiss you."

She couldn't help laughing, although it sounded more like panting. "But not finger me."

He lifted his hand to his mouth and nonchalantly tasted his fingers. "Mmm, that too."

His hard cock brushed against her thigh, she bit her lip, their eyes met, and moments later her back was pressed against the wall of a private room. Using his boot to spread her feet apart, he caught her knee and lifted, pushing her skirt up and pulling the crotch of her panties aside.

She heard the tear of a foil wrap. "I'm on the pill," she told him.

"I respect you too much to fuck you without a condom." He adjusted his pants, rolled on the condom, and then seconds later he was inside her, filling her to the brim.

"Holy shit."

"Amen."

His generous cock teased every nerve, stroked every sensitive part. Like his fingers, his hips had an expert rock and roll that knew exactly how to brush her clit, tease her G-spot, and generally send her into pleasure overdrive with every stroke. She doubted she was the first girl he'd ever fucked in this room against this wall but didn't care. He was exactly what she needed. He looked like heaven, felt like heaven, and was about to make her come. Hard.

This time he didn't cover her mouth with a kiss when she started to cry out. He pushed her knee up higher, bent and pressed his teeth against her neck as his orgasm slammed into her.

The tiny amount of pain from his gentle bite sent her orgasm into overdrive. She ground her hips against him, wanting to feel every inch of his flesh inside her.

He helped her out with a few more expert strokes even though she knew his orgasm was finished. When her moans and hips subsided, he finally pulled out of her, sliding the condom off, tying it into a quick knot, and tossing it into the trash.

"That was just what I needed," she murmured.

"Glad to be of service," he said as he buttoned up his black and brown striped slacks.

"It was good for you?" She felt inexplicably self-conscience, like she somehow didn't measure up to the girls he'd banged there before.

Cupping her ass, he pulled her close. He wrapped his fingers though the short hair at the back of her head and kissed her hard. "You were a-fucking-mazing. In fact, I'd like to take you home where I can make love to you properly."

"That can probably be arranged." She ran a hand over her neck. The skin was intact. She was shocked to realize she was disappointed. She didn't think she'd want him to actually bite her. The last time a guy had suggested such a thing she was repulsed. It seemed to be working for Julia, Kate, and Detective McCoy, though, so maybe she should give it a whirl. The idea of Darus biting her then fucking her hard sounded…intense.

"You didn't break the skin."

"I know. I respect you."

"Maybe I really wanted to get bitten, or fucked without a condom."

"Well, fucking without a condom in private can be arranged."

"But not public?"

"Containing my own mess is the respectful thing to do."

"Ah, so you care enough about me you don't want jizz running down my leg. How thoughtful."

"At home, watch out. Cum all over the place. I'll even get it in your hair if that's what you want."

"I do." She maintained a perfectly serious expression.

He laughed out loud.

"What about the biting?"

"I don't see you that way, Clare."

"What do you mean? I thought you liked to bite. That's the word on the street."

"Not with you." Her stomach clenched with irrational jealousy. After all, this was just a casual fling. "It's a victim thing. I don't see you as my victim. Now if you really want to Donate, we'll do it properly. Safely."

"Okay." She couldn't believe it, but she was looking forward to it. She bounced her eyebrows at him. "I'd love to go back to your place. When do you want to go?" It didn't occur to her to be wary of him. From what she could tell, the biggest risk was some major soreness.

His gray eyes were intense when they fell on her. "Ten minutes ago."

Chapter Eight

His place was a short walk from the club, on the opposite side of Bourbon from
La Luxure,
but still in the Quarter. They had some great convo on the way over. Darus didn't ask the normal getting to know you questions; they weren't needed. They clicked on every level: humor, music, which random strangers to quietly poke fun of… It was like they'd been friends for years.

Once they reached his house, they passed through a narrow gate that opened to a courtyard filled with so many tropical plants it was like a jungle. A small fountain and some patio furniture were fighting the greenery for space.

Decorated with items that looked imported, the inside of his house was exotic, worldly, and classy. She ran her fingers through the braided tassels of a hanging ceramic globe painted in Arabic style, and then turned to him. "They must love you down at the import store."

"I work there part time just to get the discount."

She picked up a very African looking sculpture. "You must really like to travel."

"I do. Or I did. Not a lot of opportunity for it lately."

"Your parole won't last forever." She returned the statue to its stand and scanned the room. "Aren't you an author?"

"Of fine horror stories on bookshelves near you."

"Hmm, looking at your place, the phrase, 'starving artist' does not come to mind."

"Well, I started life as a trust fund douche bag. I might be an outcast among my country club loving family, but grandma still threw me a healthy bone when she passed. And then I managed to write a couple successful books—probably more luck than skill, but I do make a good living at it now."

"Nice."

She continued her self-guided tour of his house with only one goal in mind. She removed her holster purse and set it on the hardwood table, peered briefly into the granite bathroom before turning and heading into one of the bedrooms, peeling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor behind her.

* * * *

Darus knew he was grinning like a fool as he watched Clare's bare back disappear into his bedroom. Damn, she was one amazing woman. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of her.

He followed her into the bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her laying naked on his bed, her head tipped back and draped over the edge.

"Beautiful," he breathed as his eyes took in all of her exposed flesh: her taut stomach, smooth, curvy legs, soft breasts, the intricate tattoo covering half her torso…

"Yeah? Why don't you come closer so you can get a better look."

When he was a few feet from her, she reached over her head and grabbed his belt, pulling him in. Even upside down, she quickly and expertly undid his belt, and then his pants, freeing his instantly erect cock.

"This is what I want." With one hand, she cupped his balls, using them like a handle to coax him in closer. Her free hand wrapped around his cock and guided it into her mouth, forcing him to brace his hands on the mattress on either side of her hips. She moved her hands to the sides his ass, gripping and pulling until the entire length of his cock disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. With her head tilted back, her throat opened and lined up perfectly, allowing him deep penetration.

"Fuuuuck."

Which was exactly what she encouraged him to do—using the sides of his hips like handles, she pushed him out, then coaxed him back in so that he was effectively fucking her mouth. Slow and gentle enough he could feel every delicious inch of her amazing, gag-free throat.

Her legs fell open, exposing the wet, glistening pink of her sex. He wished his platform bed was lower to the ground. On his knees he could probably reach her swollen clit and his tongue could taste her delicious honey.

Between watching his dick slide in and out of her mouth, the temptation of her glorious sex just beyond his reach, and the sexy mewling noises she was making, he was about to lose his ever-loving mind. It was all he could do to control his hips, careful not to thrust too fast or hard or deep, even though she seemed quite skilled at deep throating.

"I'm going to come, Clare," he said it as a warning, ready to pull out and finish on her perfect breasts. As much as he'd love to come in her mouth, he felt like it would be too intrusive. But as he started to pull back, she gripped his ass hard and pulled him all the way in until his pubic bone was pressed against her lips.

His orgasm immediately released, pumping cum deep into her throat. She held him in place the entire time, and it wasn't until the last shudder of his orgasm subsided that she released him. When he was free from her mouth she smiled.

"You have the best cock," she said.

"I do what I can." He bent and kissed her. With her head still upside down, the sensation of her mouth felt foreign, exotic. "That was the most amazing blow-job I have ever received," he told her, the taste of her kiss still lingering on his tongue.

"I do what I can," she repeated his words. Rolling over, she propped herself up on her elbows. "Now what do you want to do?"

"Reciprocate." With a grin he flipped her back over. She squealed in surprise as he grabbed her leg and spun her around until her ass was at the edge of the bed. Tossing each of her legs over his shoulders, he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up like she was a platter.

Which was the perfect analogy, because he had every intention of devouring her.

* * * *

When Darus' mouth covered her sex without hesitation and without holding back, his tongue running around, over, across, tasting every drop, every inch of her flesh, it took her breath away. Crossing her ankles behind his neck she brought him closer.

He moaned into her flesh, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking hard. Her hips bucked against him as he teased her clit with a few rapid flicks of his tongue. He released the flesh momentarily, only to pull it into his mouth again. Suck, tease, release, repeat—occasionally dip into her depths for a taste. He was sucking her clit like one might suck a dick. And it felt amazing. And was going to make her come fast and hard.

And now.

Using her ankles to lock his mouth to her, she pushed her hips against him while he continued the sucking action, riding the waves of the orgasm until her legs trembled, and the last contraction made her shudder and then abruptly turn into a pool of gooeyness.

After easing her ass to the bed, he ducked under her useless, dangling legs, and rose, swiftly kicking off his shoes and sliding his pants down his hips and jumping out of them.

"That was the most amazing blow-job I've ever received," she murmured, the words slurring from her jelly mouth.

His hands grasping the back of his shirt, he grinned. "I do what I can," he said and yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

His body was magnificent. Lean, but all ripped muscle with bulges in all the right places and canyons and divots in even better places. He had those spectacular "V" ab muscles Brad Pitt had so famously made women and men hard with in Fight Club. They were like an arrow pointing straight to his cock, which shockingly, was hard again.

"How do you keep blood in your brain?" she asked as he retrieved a condom from the nightstand.

"I don't. Why do you think I'm such a prick?"

"I just figured it was because of the giant prick swinging between your legs. Aptly described and all."

"It does take over from time to time."

"I told you I'm on the pill," she said as he rolled the condom on.

He didn't stop rolling. "You really want that cum in your hair don't you?"

"Maaaybe."

He linked his elbows under her knees, pushing them toward her shoulders and spreading her legs wide. "Next time. If I don't put a condom on, I'll come the second I'm inside you."

"I look forward to—" She couldn't finish the sentence. He slid inside her and all she could do was moan. He felt so fucking good. It was like his cock knew how to excite every nerve in her body. Even though she was post-orgasm useless, he still managed to arouse her.

She closed her eyes and let the sensation of his body above her, around her, in her, overwhelm her. She just wanted to disappear inside the moment, into the emotion he stirred within her. She didn't know she could feel excited, relaxed, stimulated, comfortable, and so fucking happy all at once.

He broke her trance by kissing her. But she welcomed his demanding tongue, the rough tease of his teeth on her bottom lip. His elbows propped on the bed beside her, he suddenly pulled back, taking her face in her hands. His gaze locked on hers. She could only open her lips and pant. His brow furrowed as he seemed to take in her face, his hips never losing their rhythm. And then he closed his eyes, his expression becoming pained. He kissed her one more time before he thrust his cock deep inside her and his body went rigid.

She watched him come. He was truly beautiful, pleasure making his face ethereal. She reached up and touched his cheek, and then ran her hand up the side of his face and laced her fingers in the gelled locks of his Mohawk. When he finally opened his eyes, she lifted her head and kissed his full lips softly, keeping her gaze locked on his.

"Gorgeous," she whispered.

His smile looked uncomfortable. "Speak for yourself."

"I thought I was."

He laughed and eased from her. After sliding the condom off and tossing it into the trash, he scooped her legs up and righted her on the bed, climbing over her and occupying the empty space beside her.

The left side of her body pressed against the right side of his, she glanced over at him. His head was propped up on his forearm, his gaze locked on the ceiling. With a smile, she found the fingers of his free hand, lacing hers around and through them.

They lay there for a while, hand in hand, staring at the decorative tin panels lining the ceiling. She was happy just to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. She felt so…content. 

Unfortunately, he had to shatter it.

"What do I have to do to be with you?" he asked suddenly.

"I think you just accomplished that task."

"No. I mean
really
be with you."

"Well, I'm free on Tuesdays and maybe Thursdays. I'm sure we can work out a schedule for the weekends. Alternating weeks and holidays…"

"
Really
be with you. In the, 'we're together' sense."

She turned to stare at him. "You're kidding right?"

"Not at all."

She snorted playfully. "That's just the post-coital bliss talking. We both know what this was. Fun? Yes. Serious? No. I knew what I was getting into when I came here. Neither of us are actors in the Taming of the Mancock."

"The what?"

"You know, the Taming of the Mancock. The less popular Shakespeare play. The one where the Mancock can only be tamed by a pure and virginal shrew."

"Speak for your own Mancock. I'm not into pure, virginal, or shrew. Besides, my Mancock should be conquered, not tamed."

"Please," she said teasingly. "I doubt yours is a hard cock to conquer."

"Not for you."

She sat up and kicked her legs over the edge of the bed. "Well, I had a fabulous time, but—"

He grabbed her arm as she started to rise. His grip was firm but gentle. "I'm serious, Clare."

She studied his face. There was no hint of smugness, no joking gleam in his beautiful gray eyes, only sincerity. She slowly lowered back to the bed. "Oh."

He took her hand, lightly caressing the soft joining of her thumb and forefinger. "You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. In every way possible. The way I feel when I'm with you…like I want to be…good. For you."

His gaze was fixated on her hand and she saw him give a reluctant smile. All the while her brows knitted tighter and tighter together. He had to be razzing her. Had to be.

"Because that's what you deserve," he continued, his gray eyes flicking up to meet hers. "So, what would it take? What would I have to do?"

Her mouth flopped open but nothing escaped. Jesus. What the hell did she say to that? "Darus, I like you. I really do. But I can't be in a relationship right now. I don't want to be. Not now. I just got free."

"From an abuser…"

"True, but it's so much more than that. I mean, I like this newfound freedom. I get to do what I want, who I want, whenever I want."

His eyes darkened. "Ah. I see. You just want to fuck other men."

In that moment, he sounded exactly like Chris.

She snatched her hand away and scrambled to her feet. Her heart was suddenly thundering 100 mph, the blood roaring through her veins with enough velocity it made her body shake.

"I'm out of here." Scooping her clothes from the floor, she made a rush for the door, haphazardly redressing as she went. She hoped to have all of her clothes on by the time she made it to the sidewalk, but if she didn't, oh well.