Melt (18 page)

The back of her neck tingled, and she bit her lip to hold
back the stream of questions.
Easy. One
at a time
. “What did he have to say? Or do?”

Justin looked a little embarrassed himself. He quickly shook
his head and tossed back the contents of his glass. “It wasn’t that kind of
session. He got that I wasn’t there looking for instruction. It was actually
Lola’s idea I visit him to discuss some of my—”

When he faltered, she whisked her tongue over the corner of
her mouth under the guise of picking up stray droplets of champagne.
“Hang-ups?” she offered sweetly.

He narrowed his eyes. “Not the word I prefer, but okay.
Hang-ups. Referring to you specifically and your past.” He ran his fingertip
along the rim of his glass, and she had to suppress a shiver. She was already
imagining those calloused finger pads on her skin. “And mine.”

“And?”

“And he didn’t think staying away from you was the best
course of action to take.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that.”

“And you did, I think. Or tried to, before I shut down.” His
faint smile eased the flurry of nerves in her stomach. “I told him stuff about
me. About us. Intimate stuff. I hope that doesn’t freak you out, but it would
have been pointless otherwise.”

She raised a brow. “You voluntarily told him about your sex
life? I think I’m amazed.”

He stared at her so intensely that she grabbed the bottle of
champagne. Drinking more sounded like a mighty fine idea.

“Yeah, well, I really want to move past this. Hang on,” he
said, stilling her wrist as she started to pour. “Maybe save that for later.”

Though it pained her to do so, she corked the bottle. At
least she’d gotten a few drops out. “Later, hmm?”

“Yeah. He said I was getting shit all mixed up in my head.
Combining things that had no business being combined. You asked me to spank you
because you wanted it.”

“Yes.”

“Not just to please me.”

“What’s wrong with wanting to please someone you’re with?”
When his probing stare didn’t waver, she sighed and shook her head. “No. More
than anything, it pleased me. I need the release sometimes. Not always. I’m not
saying I want to buy extra padded chairs for my place or something,” she
muttered while he grinned. “Just now and then. It’s fun when it’s with someone
you trust. And it hurts, but in a good way. In a way that reminds me I’m alive.
That I can feel so much and survive it. Even crave it.” She toyed with her
napkin. “Does that sound strange?”

“No. It’s just with Rob…and then your accident…”

“The sting from your hand on my ass was nothing like the
bruises on my back.” She rolled her eyes. “If a twisted ankle got me
that
wet, I’d happily go throw myself
off my snowmobile every day. All right, every other.”

He laughed and leaned across the table to take her hand. He
brushed his thumb over her knuckles, and sparks flittered over her skin. “So
hurting your ankle got you a little wet? I never guessed.”

Snorting, she kicked him under the table. It wasn’t hard,
since the small space meant their legs were almost tangled together. “You’re
such a jerk.”

“I am. But I’m trying to change. I guess I never had so much
reason to before.”

“I’ve been going to a therapist too,” she said softly. “I’ve
only had two sessions so far, but I like Dr. Templeton. We’re talking through a
lot of stuff, and it feels good to get it out.”

Justin’s eyes twinkled. “Is her name Lola too?”

“
His
first name is
Bob.”

“Ah. Too bad.”

She kicked him again, and he laughed once more, making her
smile. His laughter eased her in ways she didn’t fully understand. They could
ease other, if she just stopped fighting the feelings she so desperately wanted
to share with him.

“Van stressed boundaries,” he said, taking more of her hand
in his. He was creeping forward, slowly enfolding more of her in his grip.
“Setting them beforehand and making sure they’re honored. Trust is so
important,” he murmured, shifting his chair back as she rose and walked around
the table, still holding his hand.

“It is,” she agreed, sinking to her knees before him. She
reached for his belt, and his unsteady inhale caused her to lift her eyes to
his. “Am I jumping the gun?”

“Feel it and see.”

Her giggle burst out, and she dropped her forehead to his
knee. “This is us,” she whispered, kissing his leg through his jeans.
“Laughing. Being happy together. Enjoying each moment as it comes.”

He stroked her hair with his free hand. If anything, their
fingers had locked even tighter. “I want to come with you.”

“We’re in perfect agreement there, Norton.”

She hooked a finger in his waistband and pulled him closer.
In no time she’d freed his belt from its loops and unzipped his jeans. He’d
gone commando, which made her purr with delight as she scooped out his already
hard length. He was so hot, his erection a twitching, hungry thing in her palm.

And she wanted it in her. Wanted
him
in her. Everywhere.

“Running out of hands here, pal.” She reached in to stroke
his balls, their pulse a not so subtle tease. “Hold that big, stiff cock for
me.”

Eyes gleaming fiercely blue, he offered his thick hard-on to
her like a prize.
Her
prize.

She took that first exploratory lick from the root to the
head, relearning his textures and tastes. At the top she sank down again, using
only her tongue and lips. One hand still held Justin’s. The other caressed his
sac with slow, featherlight touches that earned her his repeated hisses of
breath. She spent a good long time working him with her mouth, not taking him
inside until he canted his hips in a silent plea that made her grin and take
pity on him. Then she sucked him deep and didn’t show him any mercy at all.

“Enough,” he grated, drawing her back when he was one throb
away from a spectacular finish in her throat. His erection bobbed against his
stomach, so swollen from her attention that the reddened tracks from her teeth
stood out like welts. “Where do you want me?”

She flicked her tongue over her plump lower lip, and he
groaned. “You mean ass or pussy?”

“No. I meant chair, couch, or bed.” He grinned and dragged
her up to his mouth by her hair, pulling just enough that she let out a
startled yelp. Rather than move back, he stilled and watched her eyes while she
gave him a sly smile.

If he expected her to balk when he got a little rough, he
was in for a rude awakening. “Oh. Then all three.”

“What about the first question?”

She rose and stripped, getting naked so quickly that he
chuckled. “We’ll discuss that later. Right now we have business to attend to.
Starting with you getting those jeans off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoved the denim down to his ankles and
patted his toned thighs. “Hop on. Unless you need me to prime the pump first…”

Laughing, she brought his hand between her legs. “Think
we’re good.”

She was so wet just from giving him a blowjob that he let
out a low whistle. “Hot damn, you’re incredible.”

“Let me earn my title now.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she straddled him,
sheathing him in maddeningly small increments. As each inch of his cock
disappeared inside her pussy, she rocked, making sure they both felt every
slide of flesh on flesh. He groaned and steadied her with his palms on her
hips, letting her control her descent.

And then when she started to ride, he tilted his hips up and
cupped her breasts, his appreciation of her body as clear in his eyes as his
lust. And God, his love.

She kept the pace easy at first. After so long, she didn’t
want to rush them to the end. Even if she hoped there would be many, many times
after this, she exalted in each of his strokes. Though he didn’t force her to
take him faster than she preferred, he definitely took an assertive role,
pumping into her in counterpoint to her glides down his length. She angled
until she found just the right spot to brush her clit, and the electric jolt
that shot through her at the brush of their pelvises tore a desperate moan from
her throat.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking slick.” His erotic words blew
hot over her lips. “Melt all over me.”

He stretched her, filling her so completely that she soon
couldn’t summon the strength to power up and down his cock on her own. She felt
the scrape of all the ridges and veins on his erection, and the wet friction of
their bodies slapping together in frenetic time. He grabbed her hips, his
fingers spanning her ass. Taunting her. He knew what she wanted, and he was
teasing her, lengthening his strokes, swiveling so that she gasped and arched
and bounced that much harder.

Without warning he caught one of her nipples between his
teeth and flicked his tongue ring against the taut bud. Her clit pulsed so
wildly from that one action that she knew the vibration rippled along his dick.
He did it again with even more suction, and she bowed back, her legs falling
open so that he could surge up into her unimpeded even by her tightening
thighs. He could’ve done anything to her just then, and she would’ve taken it
with a frigging smile.

What he did was spank her.

At first she wondered if she’d imagined the single crack
against her ass. The slice of carnal pleasure thundered through her, eliciting
more ripples in her sex. She braced for another smack, craving it with a
ferocity that made her shake, but he only fucked her into damn near oblivion
while he taught her nipples why a man with a tongue ring was a very good thing
to have around the house indeed.

Somehow one of his fifteen hands found her clit and pinched
at the same time his other hand smacked the same stinging ass cheek. She moaned
so loudly that she jerked still.

“Fuck me,” he demanded, and she complied because she didn’t
remember how to do anything else.

More slaps rang out. Heat swarmed through her bottom and up
her back, enfolding her in warmth. In endless, aching need. She lost track of
how many times his palm connected with her flesh. All she knew was that she’d
become a boneless mass of sensation. Owned by the intent flare of arousal in
his eyes that prodded her on while she rode him for all she was worth.

Her orgasm pierced her deep and split her apart. She didn’t
come so much as give way, swamping him in the hot rush of her pleasure. “God.
Justin.
Justin
.” She chanted his
name, and he gave her back her own, whispered against her skin.

He drew more of her breast in his mouth, tongue working in
synergy with his pumping hips. He drove up into her and held her still,
trapping her in place so that his climax reverberated through her system.
Helpless moans left her at the forceful splash of his release inside her,
renewing the aftershocks still echoing through her body. She wrapped her arms
around him and hung on, burying her face in his downy-soft hair. All she wanted
was to stay right there forever.

Clinging to him, she let go of the emotions she’d strapped
down inside her. “I love you.”

JUSTIN DIDN’T FORCE her to repeat the words, but he did
shake his head to make sure he’d heard them correctly. Then he pressed a kiss
against her damp throat and tightened his arms around her waist. She’d yet to
stop shuddering. For that matter, so had he.

“Did you hear me?”

“I did.”

She slipped back to frown at him, her cornflower eyes sleepy
and satiated. “This is when you say it back.”

Oh damn, this felt good. So much better than he’d ever dreamed.

He smudged his thumb over her cheek and blinked at the
wetness he found. “You cried?”

“A little.
Postorgasmic
tears.
Spanking release. It’s cathartic.”

Her matter-of-fact explanation ripped a laugh from way down
deep. “Oh, honey, I love you. More every minute I hold you in my arms.”

“It shouldn’t be this easy, should it?” She studied him so
unwaveringly that he had to fight the urge to look away. “Where’s the angst?”

“Oh, Jesus. After what we went through to get here, you ask
that?”

“Yeah. Because none of it seems to matter anymore. I mean, I
know we have a lot to work through, and a few therapy sessions won’t solve—”
She took a breath. “Sorry. Rambling again.”

“It’s okay. I just stand back and let you go.”

She clutched a handful of his hair. “You know me so well. I
look at you and know you see me. I know you too.”

“Not everything.”

“We have time to learn. And call me crazy, but I think
rejecting something so obviously perfect just because I’m scared or you don’t
want to hurt me or think I’m not ready is, well, idiotic.”

He couldn’t help finding her jutting lower lip absolutely
adorable. The woman sure knew how to pout. His cock would soon be raring to go
once more, and he hadn’t even left her snug, silky pussy yet. “I’m idiotic?”

“A little.” She kissed his nose. “I still love you.”

Playfully he smacked her bottom and delighted in the slow
undulation of her sex around his length. Oh yeah. They’d be going again soon.
No fucking doubt. “I appreciate your high tolerance level for my faults.”

“All part and parcel of finding your ideal mate. But I do
have one request.”

“What’s that?”

She rimmed her nail along the collar of his shirt. “I know I
should’ve asked sooner, and it’s probably too late, but is Penny still available?”

He tried not to grin. “Nope. Sorry. She was sold.” He could
only tolerate her crestfallen expression for a moment before he tipped up her
chin with his thumbs. “To me, and she’s waiting at my place for you to come get
her. Assuming you can have pets here?”

“No way. Really? I can definitely have pets here.” Her
exuberant hug had the added benefit of crushing her breasts to his chest and
rubbing her clit against the base of his still-eager cock. “God, you are the
best boyfriend ever.” She edged back and looked at him warily. “Assuming you
are. My boyfriend, I mean.”