Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (6 page)

The front door opens again and my gaze flies over to the newcomers. Upon seeing it’s just another group of friends, I turn back to sulk and down the rest of my beer, trying to numb the raging emotions inside.
This shit isn’t strong enough.
I ask for a shot of tequila and throw it back just as the night breeze flows through the entrance, this time when I look, I see the one person who brings the greatest joy, and the greatest sorrow, to my life. She and Brannon are laughing and the sparkle in her eyes tears me in two. Damn, I miss her.

I crave her smile as strongly as I crave her body. I want to kick my own fucking ass for not taking her when I had the chance. At least I would have that. Maybe it wouldn’t have been as great as I’m imagining and it would take away some of this all-consuming desire.
Bullshit. It would have been life-altering, and you know it.

I feel like I’m running on empty, the fumes keep me going through the motions, but the road ahead of me is bleak and barren. No amount of effort can break my stare as I watch her make her way through the crowd and hop up on her stool, just one over from mine. The moment she walked in, Phin kicked out the current occupant. I know he’s always had a thing for her, but her ambivalence to it blankets my irrational jealousy.
Mostly.
Her clothes, however, spark my caveman instincts. She’s dressed in a short, red skirt, and a black halter that drapes down in front, almost to her belly button, baring enough cleavage to see the rounded curves of her breasts. Her hair is scooped up onto her head, leaving the back of her slender neck on display. An area I spent hours worshipping, each vertebrae I kissed caused her to shiver and I never tired of feeling it under my lips. She looks fucking spectacular and I’d be willing to bet, by the time the night is over, I will have laid out some motherfucker for staring at her too long.

She must feel me studying her because her jade eyes find mine and they burn into me, heating my blood. Desire floods through me and I don’t have the strength to hide it. Blood rushes to my cock, and every pulse is a mixture of pleasure and pain. I know I should drag my eyes away, I should adjust my obvious hard on. I should get up and fucking leave. But, I’m exhausted from the effort it takes to keep her at a distance. Her eyes fall to the bulge in my jeans and the green rings turn to emerald, thinning down to almost nothing as her pupils dilate. Her breathing kicks up a notch and I can see her nipples harden through the silky material of her shirt.

Holy fuck. She’s not wearing a bra. I feel the animal inside me claw free and the next thing I know, I’ve grabbed her hand and am dragging her down the hallway next to the bar, to a back room. I feel her trying to jerk her hand from mine, but she stays silent, presumably to avoid making a scene in the middle of the crowd. I glance back and see Brannon standing at the bar, indecision written on his face. Before he can make a move to follow, I tug her through the door and slam it shut. I stand and stare at it for a moment, trying to sooth the raging beast inside.

“Ean, what the hell—”

“Quiet, Laila!” I hiss, my voice is ragged from the exertion it takes to gain some control.

“Are you fuc—” I lose the battle for control and spin around, cutting her off mid comment.

“What the fuck, Laila? You’re practically naked!” Her eyes are spitting fire, her hands fisted at her hips, and as hard as I try, I can’t stop my growing erection. She is hot as hell when she’s pissed. Her angry breaths draw my eyes to her tits and I quickly shut my eyes, bringing my hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose. But, the sight lingers and my dick is now hard as steel, straining against my jeans.

“Ean,” her voice is surprisingly even, low, and controlled. “What the hell are you talking about? No, scratch that. What the hell makes you think you can dictate my wardrobe?”

Lifting my lids, I do a slow perusal of her body from top to bottom, and up again. I notice the way her fists clench, how her already distended nipples harden further, and she shifts uncomfortably, obviously trying to relieve the pressure I know she’s feeling between her legs.

I could give her a myriad of excuses, but I’m past the point of caring whether I make sense. She’s only a foot away from me, so I slip my hand around her waist and up her back, using firm pressure to bring her body flush with mine. Her tits press into my chest and I suppress a groan. “Wasn’t that your intention? To drive me insane by putting what’s mine on display for other men to see?” My cock is throbbing and I press it into her stomach, wanting her to know that she has succeeded in her little game. I don’t even care that I just admitted to still thinking of her as mine. I’ve spent every bit of my effort trying to keep away from her, but the sight of those mouthwatering tits peeking out from her shirt, swaying with the lack of bra, just begging to be sucked on, undoes me.

She opens her mouth, most likely to refute my claim, but before she can speak, her breath catches as I slide my free hand over her belly and up, easing it through one side of her open shirt to fill my palm with one of her perfectly shaped tits. Damn. The heavy globe is overflowing in my hand and when I squeeze it, my hips thrust forward involuntarily. “Do you see what I mean, baby?” My thumb brushes over her diamond hard nipple and when she exhales with a little moan, I have to fight not to come right then. “This is easy access and nobody should be making you moan,” I lean in and whisper in her ear, “or scream, but me.” I don’t know how I’ve managed to restrain myself until now, but when she whimpers at my words, whatever sanity I still possess is lost and I crash my mouth over hers. The kiss is rough and demanding, staking ownership so there is no doubt in her mind who she belongs to. Somewhere in my conscious, I recognize that this is a bad idea. But the reality is, right now, I don’t give a shit.

The hand I have on her chest moves to the back of her neck and I plunge it up into her hair, dislodging the pins so that I can grip it tight. I yank it, and tilt her head to just right angle for me to ravish her mouth. I don’t even give her the chance to participate, dominating the kiss, because I’ve reached my breaking point and I’m taking what I want, what I need.

Through the haze of lust, I register that she is clutching the front of my shirt and tugging me closer, almost as though she is trying to climb inside of me. The electricity between us is sharp, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I back off the kiss just the slightest bit and let it become a dance between the two of us. Our tongues tangling, our breaths mixing, taking in a little of each other’s soul.

The room we are in is used for large parties, so it’s mostly empty. However, there are some round, sturdy, wooden tables scattered about. I slowly begin to walk her backwards until I have her pinned between me and a table. Both of my hands are in her hair, but now they drift down her neck, meeting at the dip in her throat, and then continuing lower until I’m cupping her tits in my hands. I knead them, rubbing my thumbs over her pert nipples, the rosy peaks calling out for my mouth.

Laila is small compared to me, and I love the way her petite frame fits into all the right places, bringing her snug against me. But, I need my mouth on her skin—everywhere, so my palms continue their exploration down her tight, little body, coming to a halt at her waist. I easily lift her up so that she’s sitting on the hard surface, bringing her cleavage to just the right height. Her breathing is erratic and the small puffs of air heat my skin where her face is buried in my neck. Slowly, oh so slowly, I part the dip in the center of her top and uncover what’s hidden beneath. Her skin is flawless—milky white, almost iridescent—a stark contrast to the dark rose of her nipples. Laila’s tits are large considering her size. They are magnificent, and I need them in my mouth—now.

As my head lowers, my heart pounds hard in anticipation of their sweet taste. Like a man starved, I groan in pure bliss when my tongue brushes over the textured tip just before I close my lips around a nipple, sucking it deep, and humming in satisfaction at the sound of pleasure Laila makes. My free hand twists and pulls on her other nipple, prompting more moans from both of us. Scraping my teeth along the peak, I lightly bite down. When Laila cries out, I quickly pull back to look at her face. It’s twisted with desire, so I return to give her other tit the same attention. When I’ve had my fill, for now, I softly run my tongue from her clavicle to her belly button, stopping where the fabric comes together. Her moans are seeping through my skin, filling me as though they are oxygen, breathing life into every cell, making my need for her almost unbearable. I’m so hungry for her that all I can think about is feasting on her.

“Lay back, baby.” Her lids lift slightly, as if they are too heavy for her to keep open. The raging desire glowing in her green eyes encourages me to keep going. They close again as she leans back onto her elbows, her head falling to hang behind her. My hands skim up along her inner thigh and her skirt rides up, out of the way, so that I have an unobstructed view of her pussy.
Fuck.
Her panties are fucking soaked right through and my tongue comes out to lick my, suddenly dry, lips. Gliding my palms back down, they land at the insides of her knees and I push them wider, opening her up. I kneel down between her legs and lift them onto my shoulders, my face close enough to her center to smell her arousal. I remember exactly what she tastes like and my balls tighten at the juicy snack I’m about to eat.

I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of what I do to her, how much she wants me. Finally, I pull her panties to the side and flatten my tongue against her, then lick from the bottom to the top, ready to explode when she shivers and lets out another yell. She tastes so fucking good; I don’t know how I’ve lived without this every day. My hands go under her ass to lift her up, but I pause when I feel naked, silky flesh. She’s wearing a thong. No, not just a thong. I feel up further and there is nothing but two tiny scraps of cloth meeting at the top. A fucking G-string. I am so screwed.

My fingers curl under the strings and a quick tug snaps them apart. I use my teeth to get the panties fully off and then spit them behind me. Turning back, the view is even better than I remembered. Her pussy is smooth and bare, the inside pink and glistening. I lose all thought and attack her center. Teeth, tongue, lips; I use it all, listening to her cries for a sign that she is about to explode.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop, Ean. I’m so close! Fuck!”

I stop and pull back.

It takes a second for the haze to clear and for her to realize that her imminent climax is now ebbing away.

She lifts her head and stares at me in shock, but before she can question me, I’m right back to eating her, squeezing the cheeks of her ass, and lifting them up for more leverage against my mouth. Once again, her cries become frantic, calling my name and demanding more. Just before I push her over the edge, I ease back and wait. “What the fuck, Ean?” Her eyes are glazed with lust, but they are also filled with fury. She knows I’m playing with her and she is pissed.

“This is what happens when you tease me, baby. When you flaunt this sexy body in front of others to make me jealous.” I know my expression is hard; I’m not fucking around. This better not happen again. “You get punished.” Her eyes widen, wary of what I mean, but there is also curiosity. I hide my smile by leaning down to give a long lick and swirl my tongue around her swollen clit. “You torment me and I’ll give it right back.”

She’s having trouble maintaining any sense of clarity, the buildup, and then retreat of climax confusing her body and enhancing its need for release. She shakes her head slightly, clearly trying to break through the fog. I won’t let her. Every time I see it dissipating, I move in again, then withdraw. “I think you need a little more convincing so we don’t have another incident like this.” I lift her legs higher so that her thighs are resting on my shoulders, my face is practically inside her pussy and it takes everything I have not to give in and suck on her bundle of nerves, red and swollen, begging for my mouth to drive her into an earth shattering orgasm.

With her ass lifted by her new position, I tilt one hip up, exposing it enough for me to swiftly bring my hand down, landing it with a crack. Laila sucks in a breath and gapes at me, stunned, but the breath she is holding whooshes out and I can see the pulse in her neck speed up. I raise a single eyebrow at her and stare her down. “I’m going to spank your ass until its red from my palm if this happens again. Are we clear?” She doesn’t respond right away, but her eyes narrow, indicting the growing wrath within her. My palm comes down on her milky skin once more and the momentary imprint of my hand causes the impossible. My cock gets bigger and harder, and I’m truly worried that it’s going to tear my pants. Meeting her gaze, I’m filled with satisfaction. She is completely turned on.
Fuck yes.
“Are we clear?” I repeat, arrogantly.

Her head bobs and I don’t make her wait another second before plunging a finger in to the very core of her sex, at the same moment sucking hard on her clit.

“Shit! Shit! Fuck, yes!” She screams as I add another finger and fuck her pussy the way my cock will be pounding into her later.

“Louder, baby. Let me hear it all. You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

Her hips are bucking, matching my rhythm and when I feel her walls clamping around my fingers, I pull them out and shove my tongue in fast and deep while my thumb presses hard on her clit.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Laila’s head is thrown back in complete ecstasy as she screams long and loud, her tight pussy clamping around my tongue as her orgasm rips through her body. I keep sucking hard on the sweet bud, riding out the spasms until her movements slow and she begins to descend from her high. She is so fucking beautiful when she comes; it took every single shred of effort not to lose it at the sight.

I had no intention of taking her on a table in the back of a bar, but I’ve lost my shit and I’m in so much pain I can’t think about anything but seeing that look on her face again while I’m buried fucking deep inside her. She’s still shivering with aftershocks and I want her to stay primed, so I continue licking her center as I pull out my wallet and grab a condom. In record time, I stand and free my cock (
damn, is he grateful),
and sheath it. Taking hold of Laila’s legs, I yank her down to the edge of the table and enter her in one smooth, albeit desperate, thrust.