Twisted Up (7 page)

He sat back on his knees, his fingers protesting the loss of her heat, but they were able to pop the buttons on his jeans much faster. His cock popped out through the opening at the same time she was able to get her bra off. Naked. The woman was naked, and though he’d seen her partially naked at her apartment and in the bed of the truck, it wasn’t the same.

He reached over and switched on the lamp, bathing the loft in a soft glow. She blinked rapidly at him until her eyes adjusted to the small change in light. Her color heightened.

“Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hi, baby.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re not too old to be anything,” he whispered before leaning over again and opening the drawer in the nightstand. The two boxes of condoms he’d purchased before heading to Alabama were opened and ready for use, and he pulled a strip out. “Least of all my minx.”

She took it from him and tore one foil packet away from the rest. “Here, let me.” She ripped it open, took the condom out, and before he could settle against her thighs good again, she had the rubber rolled over his cock and was stroking him in long, slow motions, squeezing tightly as she got to the base and closing the ring of her thumb and forefinger as she got to the extra-sensitive tip.

Justin tried not to thrust his hips, tried not to hurry the pleasure her hand was bringing him, but soon he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. She altered the pressure of her hand, loosening her hold on him to a near feather-light touch. It wasn’t enough. She was teasing him, and when he thought to warn her about it, she gripped the shaft in her fist again. Sweat broke out on his brow and his breathing picked up. He curled his fingers into his palms against his thighs to keep from brushing hers away and angled down so he could plunge deep inside her.

It was when she brought her other hand up between his legs and cupped his balls in her palm that he did lose his tenuous hold on control. “Ella… ” Her name was barely out of his mouth before his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He lowered himself to her opening and pushed inside. “Ella,” he said again, this time as a whispered, thankful prayer that she was there with him.

Then he fucked her.

It lacked grace and elegance. It lacked romance and tenderness. It lacked everything a gentleman should do for the woman of his dreams once he had her in bed… Well, most everything. It didn’t lack passion or heat or lust or need. No, this fucking had all that in abundance.

His hips pressed forward and back in a piston motion. His eyes stared into hers. His palms were clasping her wrists so tight he could feel her pulse beating through her skin into him. And his cock…his cock was in heaven, surrounded by throbbing, pulsating heat.

“Kiss me,” she pleaded.

He did, lowering his head, his tongue touching her lips just as she began to open them. Her gaze locked with his and it was the most intense, intimate kiss he’d ever shared with a woman. They never shut their eyes, never broke the contact, even when she wrapped her legs around his hips and slid them to the middle of his back, lifting her ass just slightly off the bed.

The kiss was unhurried, but full of every ounce of his desire for her. Her thoughts, her needs…all were visible in her eyes. He twined his tongue around hers, pulling it deeper, harder, and the green of her gaze darkened. He read the urgency, felt the tensing of her body and for a moment, he thought she would close her eyes, unable to hold onto the intensity…

He shifted, bringing one hand up to close around her throat. Not tight, but just enough pressure, and he saw the heat spike in her eyes. He’d done this to her once before, this mimic of a collar around her throat, this mimic of ownership and her arousal had kicked up just as it did now. Her freed hand came up to wrap around his wrist, her hold just as tight if not tighter on him than his on her.

His lips hovered over hers, breath mingled, gazes still locked. Her pulse thrummed beneath his thumb and his body pumped between her thighs.

Her legs gripped his sides and she pulled herself up, fucking him. She liked this power, this freedom to let go and give as good as she got. He understood that rawness, that delight, that holding of everything vital in the palm of your hand.

“Take it, baby. Take me,” he growled against her parted lips.

She licked his mouth and bounced on the bed, screwing his cock. Her nipples scraped his chest and he dipped his head, sinking his teeth into her chin, drawing an animalistic moan from her. This was why he had wanted to wait until he got her back to his place before he had sex with her. He wanted her to let go in his bed. He wanted this image of her open and giving and taking and sharing, imprinted on his brain.

She was allowed to be uninhibited here with him, and he knew she’d feel it and hoped she’d embrace it. In that moment, she had and she was, and he was happy to be the vessel she rode to the end.

“More, Ella. Give me more,” he whispered against the cleft in her chin before licking up from it to the beads of perspiration on her upper lip.

“I…” She gulped for air.

“I know. You’re so good, baby. You’re so, so good.”

Her smile was beautiful and bashful and sexy as hell. He pressed her harder into the bed with his hands on her wrist and throat, and his hips started to meet her upward thrusts with his own downward strokes. He needed to come.

And he needed to come now. He needed to relieve the pressure in his balls, the tension in his gut and come so hard that he would be the one bouncing on the bed.

Then her smile turned wicked. Dark. Her eyes shifted and changed, the color nearly swallowed by the black of her pupils. His aggression turned her on, always had, he knew, but to see it again, to see how it transformed her, the rough fuck, the hard shoves opening her, widening her, preparing her. He lusted for that look, that fire.

“C’mon, Justin, fuck me.”

Her voice dropped in sex, becoming throaty, raspy, and it skittered across his nerves. If there was a woman whose sex he was meant for, it was hers. Every hot, sinfully blessed inch of it.

“More, please. Give me more.”

The plea was in her eyes as well as on her lips. Her cunt dripped on his cock and soaked down to his balls. He was a goner. Completely.

A shout rumbled up from his chest and echoed around the room as he came. He felt his fingers tighten around her throat, felt her nails dig into his wrist as his semen filled the rubber. God, he wanted to come inside her…

“Yes,” she sighed.

His vision refocused on her face and he saw that beautiful smile, that well-used look suffuse her eyes. He let go of her throat and her wrist where he held her and slid down her body, his dick sliding out, semi-hard, and his lips latched onto her clit, sucking it for all he was worth.

She gripped his hair and pushed his face against her pussy. Nowhere else in the world he’d rather be as his teeth nibbled on her, working her over, begging her without words to cream for him.

“Justin,” she breathed.

He nodded, and his chin brushed against her wetness.

“Jus…tin…” she panted and tightened her hold on his hair.

He slid his arms under her knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders, buried his face in her and feasted. He didn’t do this with finesse or gentleness either. He didn’t do it with teasing or light little licks meant to drive her higher.

No, he devoured her, ate at her as a starving man, feasted and savored. She was sensitive and tender, alight with an arousal he’d not felt from a woman in years. He did this to her, drove her to reach for those peaks of pleasure.

She quivered around his tongue as he licked through her folds, as he licked at the wetness, as he tasted every inch of her slit splayed before him. The muscles in her thighs and the muscles in her lower belly clenched as she strained around him, grasping for the orgasm.

She curved inward, lifting her shoulders and head off the bed and cried out, humping the hell out of his face as she rode out the orgasm flowing through her. He didn’t stop eating at her and she didn’t stop fucking him.

“More. Jus, pl-please.”

He shifted his head and pushed his chin against her clit and rubbed hard, making her shake anew as she continued to come, as she gushed against his new sheets.

She fell back onto the mattress almost immediately and he dipped his face, savoring the juices she’d given him then slid up and kissed her, sharing it with her. This intimacy, this sharing of her cream was something he longed to do with his own too. He wanted to share the taste with her, especially the taste of them together.

“Do you know what I just realized,” he whispered into her ear. She only shook her head as a response. “I just realized that this entire time through the kissing and fucking and making you squirt in my bed, you’ve been wearing those damn bunny slippers.”

Justin slid back onto the bed and pulled Ella close after getting up to dispose of the condom and cleaning himself up and then her. He’d laid a towel over the wet spot after she declared she wouldn’t be sleeping on it. He’d laughed but agreed that neither would he. The towel covering it was the compromise. “I suppose we could get up and I could show you around the house,” he said as he settled in. Of course, if she said yes, he’d get up again without a word of complaint.

“It can wait until morning.” She yawned and stretched, pressing her toes against his legs.

“You sure?”

She snuggled deeper into his side. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Hungry at all? You said the last time you ate was just before I got there. That was a long time ago.”

This time she stifled a yawn against his chest. “I’ll be good until I wake up. Of course, if you don’t have coffee, we’re going to have issues.”

He remembered her addiction to coffee. Coffee whore, she’d once coined herself. He rather liked both parts of that. “I’ve got plenty. I stocked up before I left to come get you.”

“Why? I’m sure you have a store or a coffee shop we could have run to.”

“I was prepared to tie you to the bed for a few days if you proved to be difficult and I knew without the lure of coffee, I’d have a very hard time convincing you of anything.”

“Justin, really. When have you ever known me to be anything but docile and compliant?”

He pulled away slightly and looked down at her at the same moment she looked up at him. “Seriously?” The look she gave him was a very horrible interpretation of docile and compliant. She was more mischievous and full-of-imp inspiration and she wasn’t fooling him for a second.

“I’m very accommodating. I came here of my own free will, didn’t I?”

Really? She was going to bat her eyelashes at him? “Only after I showed you the rope and told you I’d tie you up until you said yes.”

“And yet you still tied me up in the back of the truck.”

Yes, he had. He couldn’t wait to tie her up again. The bright green rope against her pale skin and nearly same color as the lace of her bra… He couldn’t have planned that better if he’d known what she was going to be wearing. The way she moved within her bonds, the way the rope stretched and her muscles strained… She was the hottest woman and most of the time she didn’t even see it. “Don’t act as if you didn’t like it.”

She smiled and laid her head back to his chest. “Thank you for coming to get me, Justin.”

“Like I said before, you didn’t give me much choice.” Justin tightened his arms around her and nuzzled his face into her hair.

Going and getting her, making her understand that she was wanted and desired, that he needed her in his life was just the tip of the iceberg of what he needed to do to show her that she could lean on him, trust him to meet her halfway in life and not shut her out.

His Ella needed affection, needed romance, needed to be manhandled more than once in a while. She needed to be treated like a woman, strong and independent. She needed to be treated as a sexual fantasy come to life, a precious slut, a desired submissive. He could give her those things if she’d trust him enough to let him into more than just her body.

He felt her go limp against him, felt her soft breath even out against his skin and her hand relax against his stomach. She was sleeping. He’d waited months for this, for this moment when he could hold her in his arms again as she slept. Of course, he still had to go back outside and bring in her luggage and laptop bag, but overall, it was what he’d waited months for.

Sex with her for certain, time with her, talking with her, all of it, but holding her while she slept, holding her when she was the most defenseless and vulnerable, that’s what he’d wanted, what he felt she deserved.

He slowly slid his arm from under her neck and eased his body away from hers. A small whimper escaped her lips and a slight frown marred her brow, but she didn’t wake. For a split second he started to pick up his jeans, but why? He lived in the middle of nowhere. No one would see him unless they were trespassing on his property, and well, that’d be their own damn fault if they caught him in all his glory.

He took the stairs quietly and slipped on a pair of flip-flops before letting himself out the front door. The moon lit the yard and stable nearly as bright as day, and the stars winked in the night sky. He wondered if Ella had ever seen a sky as clear and dark as the Texas sky was right then? He’d take her out back tomorrow night and sit on the swing with her, hold her hand and just be there with her as she gazed up. She would love it. He had no doubt about that.

He opened the passenger door to the truck and grabbed her bags, careful not to bang either one against the front of his thighs, then set one down so he could shut the truck door with as minimal noise as possible. From the front seat, he got her purse and discarded clothes before gathering everything up again and heading to the house.

He left the laptop bag on the couch in the living room along with her purse. He took her other bags up the stairs and set them both against the wall near the side of the bed she slept on. After a trip into the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth, he crawled into the bed and gathered her in his arms again.

His eyes were already closing when she sighed and nuzzled her face against his chest before rolling over to face away from him. He smiled and eased himself close until he was spooned against her, an exhausted and sated sleep soon taking him.