Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (10 page)

She toked the smoke in her hand, and Deven poured two small snifters of whiskey. He passed her one, which she gratefully sipped on. She smoked, and offered Deven another puff. He took it, leaning over the desk that separated them and hit it from her hand. Charli leaned toward him, watching him skeptically, apparently still not believing what she saw. He smiled at her, and she put the blunt in the ashtray, taking the cigar in hand. She turned the stem to him so he could cut the tip off. He did as she wordlessly requested and lit the other end. She leaned over the desk, puffing until the well-seasoned tobacco was lit. They sat in silence, each enjoying the flavors of the aged liquor and cigars. Charli leaned back in her chair, smoke rings floating to the ceiling.

“Charli, would you spend the rest of the weekend with me?” Deven asked bluntly. He didn’t know any other way.

Charli sat still, leaning forward after a moment. She turned his query back on him with a pointed question of her own.

“Why, Deven? So we can fuck like rabbits this weekend?” Apparently she hadn’t learned the fine art of subtlety yet either.

“Yes. Plus there are a few other things I would like to try with you.”

“Such as?”

“Ever been parasailing?”

“Can’t say that I have. Will I love it?”

“Based on yesterday? Yes. I can say with certainty you would.”

“All right, I’m game, but we are just taking this day-by-day. Is that fine with you?”

“So we can fuck all weekend, and it’s nothing?”

“If that’s what we want at the end of it, sure. I’m a decent woman, Dev. I don’t have to force myself on anyone, and I’m not into chasing men either.”

Deven was more than a little surprised at her nonchalance. Most women would be willing to give their eyeteeth to be in her shoes. But this was Charli, and she never acted the way he thought she would. When he expected her to go off, she’d freeze up. If he expected her to laugh, she’d be angry. When he expected her to say
no
, she’d defy his expectations with a
yes
.

“Well, now that’s done, let’s finish these and hop in the shower. Like your shirt by the way.” Deven grinned, and Charli responded.

“Yeah, I kind of borrowed it. You ruined mine, remember?”

“I think I recall it somewhat differently. Your sexy body asked me to remove your garments, and I did rise to the occasion. Admirably, I might add.”

“Me thinks that blunt fucked with your short and long-term memory.”

“You wish, Charli. I never forget, kinda like elephants.”

* * * *

“Whateva, Dev. You can’t hustle a husta.” Charli grinned big and toothy, puffing her dying cigar back to full glow. She blew a thick stream of smoke at him, and she lost sight of him for a moment. The handful of seconds was just long enough for him to come behind her and snatch her out of the chair. She laughed and dropped the cigar in the ashtray, and grabbed the mostly smoked blunt, re-lighting it.

“Mmm... never thought to meet pothead pixie.”

“I may be a pothead, surfer boy, but I’m no pixie.”

“You keep saying that, but it’s not going to make it the truth. You’re fun-sized, tasty, and mischievous. What else is a logical person to think?”

“You’re dumb as hell, Deven. Tasty?”

“Funny you’d hear that part only, Ms. Selective Hearing. But yes, you taste like chocolate.”

“What the hell?” Charli laughed, sputtering.

He shrugged his shoulders, carrying her to the en suite bath. Deven slung her caveman-style over one shoulder and turned on the water. It ran hot in seconds, and he turned on the showerheads. There were eight, two on each wall and two above. The shower was large enough for four people, and the rain shower was beautiful. The water was warm, and Charli let it run over her skin, bathing in the heat spraying her from all directions.

Charli leaned her soapy back against the hard man behind her. She could feel each of the loofah’s fibers as he ran them over her skin. One hand slipped between her legs, cupping her. He spread her lips with thick fingers, rubbing every part of her sex. His patient digits fondled the outer labia, the inner ones, and scraped over her clit. He gave her one finger, and she rocked on the intruder. Her motions asked for another, and he gave that to her, too. She let the water and hot caresses take her away, building her arousal. Deven’s caresses served their purpose well as she found herself biting her lip to keep from screaming.
 

Taking her hands, she rubbed any part of him she could reach, a thigh, arm, buttock. Each part of him was granite sculpted, and she wanted to feel more. She turned to face him and took the sponge from him, rinsing and re-lathering. She twirled her finger, and Deven complied, turning to face away from her. Deven just craned his neck, trying to see what she wanted to do with him. She showed him, scrubbing him from feet to neck, standing on her toes. The back done, she tapped his shoulder, motioning him to turn. She scrubbed him in the same fashion, feet to neck. But this time she slithered against him, hard nipples beading his flesh. When she got to his face, Deven picked her up again and leaned along the wall. The soap covered them both, a slick, sucking slide of skin on skin. Charli was going to go for hers and maneuvered her hips against him, his hard dick in the way. Deven thrust against her, rubbing her swollen nether lips and clit.

Charli bucked, groaning. Deven captured her mouth, sucking the groan from her lips and back out of his. Charli squirmed against him, the soap dissipating from the water raining on them both. The worst part was the slick slide was gone, but the sensations were fuller. She could feel each hair on his body, all of them stimulating a nerve at each part of them that mingled. Deven turned the water off and stepped from the shower. They didn’t make it far, just to the large rug in the bedroom floor, where he stood still and looked into her eyes. He still held her clasped against his chest, even as they dripped water onto the rug beneath his feet. She didn’t want to see him, but the intensity of locked eyes was magnetic. The look he gave her was so possessive, so demanding that she gave him what he was preparing to take. Charli wrapped her legs around his hips, and let him have all of her. She gripped his arms and waited. But the seconds that she held her breath were worthwhile once he nudged her wet folds.

He let her know what was on his mind when he spoke, “Tell me, Charli.”

She knew what he was asking for and couldn’t have held back for anything, neither love nor money. “Take it, Deven.”

For the first time, in all of her sexual exploits, Charli was terrified. She had never been so out of control. She was always in command of herself, in her day-to-day life and especially on the few occasions she fucked. Control was hers even when she was surrounded by some really big, mafia-type fish during a clandestine deal. She had dealt with a few nasty characters, but even they didn’t make her feel weak, like she was at their mercy. Deven did, and she didn’t know how to react. She saw him, looking at her, watching her and felt hunted. The feeling was a pang deep inside, spearing her womb. Her body wouldn’t let her mind distance herself from the sensations. She was already a handful of heartbeats from coming, and he wasn’t even fucking her. Yet.

The initial thrust was everything, piercing her to the hilt and beyond in two endlessly deep punches of an unyielding erection. Charli couldn’t see as she was left blind with the amount of cock he gave her. She wailed and scratched him, leaving long bruised welts the length of his back.

* * * *

His cock was already seconds from Charli’s chocolate, shaved pussy, and he didn’t plan on wasting any of that time. He pressed the head inside her, scoring the wet walls. She was so hot, it scorched him and his hips jerked, stuffing her with several more inches. She started bucking on him, and he couldn’t wait to give her the rest. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her viciously south and impaled her on what was left. When Deven seated Charli fully, she attacked him as though she was a lioness in heat and raked her nails down his back.

Deven hissed, and the unexpected pain had him seeing red. He kneeled where he stood, snatching her wicked claws from his back, and clasped them behind her. Looking next to him, he spotted a piece of camisole he’d ripped from her earlier. After wrapping her wrists tight, he gave an evil smile.

Deven could tell by the expression on her face as he bound her that Charli was torn between wanting to fight him about her previously ruined piece of clothing and wanting to fuck his brains out. He enjoyed confusing her, making her look outside the box. Toying with her not only diverted his attention from his too-tight cock, but had the added bonus of making her crazy, which was a good thing. He was damn near mad himself and at least they were in the loony boat together.

“So you like to fight, huh?” he whispered next to her ear.

Her hesitant response told him she was shaken. “Nn-oo.”

Deven tilted his head to look her in the eye, and felt smug for making Charli docile with his cock. “Yes you do. But that’s okay, I like it.”

Deven watched her, a lion stalking a gazelle. He saw every emotion crossing her mind through her too-large eyes. Even in passion they were wide open, showing her desire. He knew she could be his if he played it right. Her pussy was sodden, slurping him on its own, hungrily, as if the glove-tight snatch would eat his cock whole, and he wanted to put the theory to the test. Deven leaned her back, taking her nipple in his mouth. He nibbled at it roughly and moved to the other. When he’d finished tasting her skin, he rocked his hips and gave her the last inch. He laid her on her back, arms pinned beneath her. She arched her back to relieve the stretching on her shoulders. Deven helped her, covering her with himself, his hands beneath her for support.

Deven ground his cock in circles, as if whisking her walls into sugared froth. Charli was begging him for more, and he couldn’t stop himself. He kept plunging into her, and she just continued groaning against his chest. She used him to muffle her screams, but he wanted to hear them. He wanted her deaf to everything but their orgasms. Charli was molten honey, suctioning him, and he needed her to give him more. He stabbed at her using quick harsh thrusts, and she growled beneath him.

She cried his name, begged him to make her come, and he let her pleas fall on deaf ears. Deven wanted her to crash on her orgasm, couldn’t wait to see her fall apart. But he didn’t have long to wait. He sat up fully on his knees, taking the trembling woman with him. He thrust up, letting gravity sink her deep and as far as nature would let him.

Her tremors were delicious, and Deven had to hold out another moment, loved to watch her attain the ultimate pleasure. He hung on by a thin thread, biting his cheek. Never had pussy felt so good and he almost lost it right then and there. Charli moaned, frame completely limp. He started stroking, working on his own peak while rousing the wrung-out woman. She grimaced and he could feel the expression against his chest.

He shook clumsily and held onto the quaking and clinging heap of woman. She looked ravaged. Her reddened lips were swollen from kisses, her shoulders sported a few scrapes, hair wild, and skin slick from passion. He compared her to the normal Charli, and he was hard. Rock hard and loving the fact she was so wild with him, no inhibitions or hiding from him. No woman ever gave everything she had during sex, but Charli did. No other gave her hot juices to wash his cock the way she did.

* * * *

Charli was being smothered, and she loved it. The clean water was being replaced bead by bead with sweat on their skin. Deven controlled every inch of her, and in the moment she adored it. She loved the feeling of male blanketing her flesh. She usually dated shorter men, didn’t like too-large men. But something about him rang every bell she had and set her on self-destruct, ready to explode at the slightest caress from his hands. He was an aphrodisiac so potent she didn’t even know what hit her when she came. She knew she was a mess with her wet and wild hair drying and probably ashy knees. But she couldn’t care. He wouldn’t let her.

His hardness was throbbing wildly inside her and she could feel each beat of his pulse. Her heart matched his, and she tried to rock against him faster, swiveling in a figure eight. Something to give her the friction she craved. But the position she was in would not allow any real movement. She quickened inside, and Deven groaned. He gave her three thrusts and stopped, back in control. She needed him to let go, now. She used every feminine wile she possessed. She tightened and squeezed him, and moaned his name. Remembering his words from earlier, she begged.