Flash Burned Page 2
My head bobbed a little faster and I heard the hitch in his breath. His cock pulsed in my mouth and I knew I tested his restraint.
When he was close to the boiling point, his hands shifted to my shoulders. “Don’t make me lose it,” he insisted. “I want to make love to you.” He guided me up his body while I left feathery kisses on his skin.
He kept leading me until his head was positioned between my legs, my knees on the mattress above his shoulders. The low headboard was tufted with distressed brown leather that matched all the chairs and the sofa in the room. A wide wooden ledge held a few expensive, artistic knickknacks and above it were framed sketches of various historic transportation schematics, with lighting to showcase them that was currently turned off. The only illumination came from the embers in the fireplace.
I leaned against the pile of pillows along the headboard and propped my forearms on the ledge as Dane’s mouth covered me. A raspy moan fell from my parted lips. My spine arched and my long curls tumbled down my back. Lowering my hips, I pressed myself against him.
“You get so wet for me,” he whispered, his warm breath teasing my sensitive flesh.
“Impossible not to. Just thinking about what you might do excites me. Actually, just looking at you does the trick.”
“But this is how you like to come. With my mouth on you.”
“One of many, many ways.” Everything he did was thrilling. I could never get enough of him.
His lips tugged at my slick folds, toying with me as an electric current raced through my veins.
I let out a lusty sigh. Dane got serious.
The tip of his tongue flicked over my clit as the tiny bud pulsed with an erratic beat.
“Yes.” My heavy eyelids closed and I concentrated solely on how wonderful it felt to have him licking and suckling, driving me wild. He’d been the first and only man to ever pleasure me this way. Every time he did, I was so relieved he’d issued a nothing’s off-limits ultimatum when we’d started our secret affair. That I’d accepted his demands.
It hadn’t been easy, but now, as I climbed that beautiful peak he always took me to, I had to admit he’d freed me from my intimacy-phobic shackles.
“Dane,” I whispered as the scintillating sensations heightened. “I’m so, so close.”
He worked me a bit feverishly, his tongue fluttering over my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Christ.”
I twisted slightly and slipped a finger into my pussy from behind, pumping slowly. Not to be outdone, he eased in two fingers with mine and quickened the pace.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
The flutter against the knot of nerves between my legs increased in tempo as well. The tension mounted.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Now.”
He suckled deep. I erupted. “Oh! Dane!”
He didn’t let up, and I quaked from the powerful release that went on and on. My body vibrating, my insides sizzling.
“You taste so fucking good.” His words and his hot breath on my quivering skin kept my pulse jumping.
It took some time for me to be able to speak. “You want to be in me now, right?” My pussy throbbed with an incessant need for him.
I certainly wasn’t above begging—had done it many times before. But Dane didn’t disappoint. He withdrew his fingers and changed positions on the mattress, coming up on his knees behind me.
I returned to my propped-on-forearms position, back still bowed, my ass in the air. His supple yet strong hands cupped my cheeks, kneading almost roughly. I hadn’t pinpointed which body part of mine he liked the most, since he devoted equal attention to them all and diligently admired the entire package.
He playfully smacked my ass, jolting me.
“Hey,” I tossed over my shoulder. “That was for what, exactly?”
With a devilish grin and fire in his eyes, he said, “For being a bad girl and almost making me come in your mouth.”
“You like it when I’m bad.”
“And when you’re soft and sweet.”
“But that’s not what you want right now.”
“No.”
“You want me half out of my mind while you fuck me.”
“Hard.”
My stomach flipped. The throbbing in my core intensified. “What are you waiting for?”
His fingers slid along my cleft, sweeping back and forth over my pussy lips and then massaging my clit. “I don’t think you’re wet enough.”
“I’m plenty wet. So ready for you.” Everything about the man lit me up, whether he was touching me or not. I more than wanted him—I craved him. Had to have him.
“I don’t know, baby.” He gazed heatedly at me. “I’m really worked up over you. You do a phenomenal job of sucking my cock.”
My cheeks burned, though I should be used to his bedroom talk by now.
“I want you,” I simply said.
With the hand he’d used to arouse me, he stroked his erection, coating his shaft with my cream, slickening the skin.
“Now who’s the tease?” I asked.
His emerald gaze smoldered. “You know what I want.”
“Dane, please,” I finally begged, the way he liked. “Fuck me.”
His tip slid along my dewy folds, and I let out a throaty moan. Anticipation mounted as he continued to toy with me. It was wicked, a bit sadistic, and exciting at the same time.
My fingertips pressed into the ledge. My nerve endings ignited. And he wasn’t even inside me yet.
He rubbed slowly, tauntingly. So very tempting as his cock massaged with just the right amount of pressure against my clit and then along my damp flesh before returning to that ultra-sensitive spot.
“God, Dane.” I could barely breathe.
He pressed into me, just the tiniest bit. A sample of what I desperately longed for.
He stilled. I rocked back, forcing him farther in.
“No.” He didn’t let me get away with stealing more of what he wasn’t ready to give me, easing me forward with a hand at the curve on my waist.
“This is just plain cruel,” I whimpered.
“Not when I want to make you come again.”
He pulled out, his cock stroking along my folds once more. A bit faster. An exhilarating sensation that sent flames over my skin. He pushed against that throbbing bud between my legs and caressed skillfully.
As much as I wanted him inside me, the sensual rhythm along my hypersensitive flesh ensnared me. My eyelids drifted closed. I moved with him.
“Dane,” I murmured encouragingly.
“Changed your tune, I see.” Triumph tinged his intimate tone.
“Bed is no place to gloat.”
“But sometimes you need a little coaxing to my side.”
His very dark and edgy side. His intensely raw and occasionally dangerous side.
The hand that held my waist slipped around to my front and skimmed up to palm my breast. He squeezed enticingly, then pinched and rolled my nipple, pebbling it tight.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s what I love doing.”
A smile curved my lips. “And you’re fantastic at it.”
The crown of his erection nudged in once more. Dipping into me. Retreating. Dipping again.
My inner walls clenched, wanting to hold on to him, to never let him go. Wanting him to fill me and drive deep.
But then he went back to the erotic stroking along my lips and clit. A bit more forcefully, a heartier pace.
Lust shot through me. The thrumming in my pussy grew; the throbbing of my clit became strong, insistent. I clawed at the ledge as his hand shifted to my other breast, his fingers curling around the full mound, heavy and tender with my desire for him. The pad of his thumb whisked over the puckered nipple.
“I’m going to come,” I said on sharp puffs of air. “Oh, Christ. I’m going to come so hard.”
“Do it,” he demanded.
Dane’s hand slid from my breast to that pearl between my legs, just as his cock thrust into me. Deep.
“Oh, fuck!” I called out. “Dane!” I with a fervent peaking that rocked me to the core of my being and sent scorching waves through every inch of my quaking body. “Christ!”
I clutched him, eliciting another low growl.
“Baby,” he said as he buried himself all the way, filling me thickly, stretching me. “Squeeze me tight.”
My inner muscles milked his cock.
“Like that,” he whispered.
He stroked in a measured pace, almost pulling out before pushing back in. My orgasm still radiated vibrantly, prolonged by this new pleasure.
“Dane,” I gasped.
One of his hands clasped my hip. The other still rubbed my clit as he pumped into me. “Nothing feels better than you, than this.”
I was as caught up in the passion as he was, torn between needing another soul-stealing release and wanting him to stay sliding and stroking forever.
His hunky body curled around mine and he kissed my shoulder, then nipped at the side of my neck.
I pushed my thighs together, flanked by his. Felt him even fuller and more acutely, every hard inch of him.
I gripped him firmly, and he said in my ear, “You know what that does to me.”
“It makes you want to fuck me faster.”
“And I’m going to.” His hips bucked as he plunged rapidly.
My breath hitched. “Yes … That is so good.”
He hit that sensational spot within that lit me up. I panted harshly as the pressure built and he thrust quicker.
“Oh, God.” My eyelids dipped, my back arched more, keeping my ass in the air, giving him the best access. “Fuck me harder,” I muttered. “Make me come.”
Greedy, sure. But I couldn’t help it. I had an insatiable need for him. And the orgasms he gave me were too electrifying to not demand more.
“Ari,” he said in a strained voice, his breath tickling the shell of my ear and sending a delicious shiver down my spine. “You’re so damn tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.”
I was far from the latter, but I certainly didn’t mind that he lusted after me so vehemently.
“I need you to come for me, baby.” His desire-roughened voice rumbled against my throat. His hips jerked skillfully as he pushed me closer to that alluring precipice.
“Dane.” The humming between my legs and the blaze in my core were too tempting not to give in to. Though I held on a few seconds more. “Right there.”
“I know.” He stroked confidently, inside and out.
Crazed whimpers fell from my lips.
“Ari. Christ.” His breath came in heavy pants with mine. “I have to feel you come.”
“It’s just so good…” But impossible to cling to, despite how much I loved climbing higher and higher. The tension reached the breaking point. “Dane!” I cried out as I shattered.
“Oh, yeah,” he said gruffly. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.”
He slipped easily along my coated inner walls, still rapid and demanding. Keeping my climax hot and pulsating.
I stole a glance at him over my shoulder. His jaw set, his eyes filled with excitement and myriad other emotions. He was darkly beautiful. Mesmerizing.
Mine.
Love swelled within me. So, too, did his cock as he pumped heartily and barreled right to the ragged edge I’d fallen over moments before.
“You are too damn irresistible,” he told me, our gazes locked.
I felt the tremor move through his body, and then his cock surged and his body convulsed as he came.
“Fuck, yes.” He groaned. “Goddamn, Ari.”
His hot seed flooded my pussy, searing and wicked—making me come again.
“Dane.” I clenched him.
The igniting deep in my core, the release of his essence into my body, the intimacy we shared was all much more than I’d ever imagined for myself. And now I couldn’t fathom not having this in my life—not having Dane.
His sharp breaths mirrored mine, filling the quiet room. My body was limp; I was drained. But he held me to him, supporting me with an arm around my waist. With his free hand, he whisked damp strands of hair from my shoulder. I hadn’t even noticed the beads of perspiration that had popped up on my skin.
He kissed the crook of my neck, then the nape, in the spot that made everything inside me tight and tingly. I clutched him again.
“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “Keep doing that.”
I slowly worked his cock with my inner muscles. He shuddered.
“Can I make you come again so quickly?” I asked.
“Only you could do this to me.”
I continued the tight squeezes, slow and measured at first. Then, as he grew hard, I picked up the pace, tensing around him, loving the feel of him as he stretched me once more.
“Ah, Ari,” he whispered against my hair. “So sweet and sexy. Needing me as much as I need you.”
More than I needed oxygen in my lungs and solid ground beneath my feet.
“I belong buried in your pussy,” he said in his sensual tone. “Surrounded by you. So snug and warm and wet.” His hips started to move again. Unhurried. Eliciting a slow burn. Pure heaven.
Though I held a claim over him, Dane Bax owned me. Possessed me. Call it whatever you wished, he had become my world. My lifeblood. Someone and something I couldn’t exist without.
We both had our issues, our crosses to bear. We were both embroiled in something ominous. A mysterious, fragile intrigue no one outside our small circle knew about. Even my best friend, Kyle Jenns, had limited knowledge. And I’d not uttered a word of it to my father, beyond telling him of the obvious attraction Dane and I shared.
Perhaps that was what made our bond so fierce. We were entangled in a private, sensuous, twisted, fated affair that left us with little control over our feelings for each other. And certainly no escape from them.
Unfortunately, that did not keep us safe from all the outside forces that threatened to tear us apart again.
I tried not to think of the terrifying aspect of being so consumed by love, so desperate for Dane on every level. Lost myself, instead, in the feel of him gliding along my heat and moisture, steadily increasing the tempo as he fucked me masterfully. I submitted to him, as always.
His lips grazed along my spine. Then his fingers lightly traveled up to my nape. Down to my tailbone, making me tremble. He slipped around to my front and cupped my sex with his large hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my clit, coating his skin. Then he returned his attention to my backside.
As he pumped into me, he rimmed that previously forbidden spot with his thumb. I’d given him free reign over my body the very first time we’d made love. I’d not once regretted it. Couldn’t. Everything he did turned me inside out.
Tearing my gaze from him, my eyelids closed and I rested my forehead against the top of my hand, splayed over the ledge.
He continued the decadent play and another orgasm built.
“Yes,” I muttered. Fire roared through my veins as his free hand returned to the apex of my legs and he massaged my clit. “I’m burning up.”
I palmed my breast, caressing it and pinching the nipple as all the sensations escalated.
“Come with me,” he commanded in a thick tone. “Now, Ari. Now.”
He thrust deep into my pussy, his thumb pressed in, and he exploded inside me. I cried out once more as his climax sparked mine, causing all that heat and tension to burst wide open.
My body shook. My lungs sucked in choppy breaths.
“Holy shit!” I blurted. “You are so fantastic.”
I always thought it could never get better or hotter between us.
I was always wrong.
chapter 2
“This is the perfect garland,” I said as I draped the four-foot-long fluffy deep-green sam
ple around Dane’s neck. Tiny bronze satin bows accented with thin, glittery gold and silver scrolls and just the right amount of clear twinkle lights woven through the plush mass completed the festive look.
My very tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, though perpetually brooding, boyfriend/boss scowled at me. An expression I drolly (secretly) suspected he’d perfected around the age of thirteen or fourteen, given how comfortable and skilled he was with intimidating people.
And though it worked on others—and turned his chiseled-to-perfection features foreboding—all I had to do was tease his lips with mine, a soft tangling with a few sighs of delirium for good measure, and he was putty in my hands.
Case in point—
“Ari, you don’t need my approval on Christmas decorations for the Lux,” he said. “I trust you.”
“Explicitly, or are you just sick of the previews?”
“Both.”
I laughed. Slipping into his lap as he sat at a glass-topped table on our back patio reading the paper over breakfast, I said, “I don’t blame you. But everything has to be perfect for the grand opening.”
10,000 Lux was already touted as the West’s Plaza Hotel, eclipsing the beauty of the Bellagio and Caesars Palace, offering more luxury and exclusivity than one could possibly imagine. The resort, the grounds, and the lobby were stunning, with no expense spared. Crafted specifically to steal breaths and inspire envy.
The first time I’d walked through the double doors, the only thing that had kept me from needing to pick my jaw up off the marbled floor over the opulence of it all was that my focus had been centered wholly on Dane. Owner of the prestigious hotel that also boasted five golf courses, designed by the best of the best.
Even my father, former PGA favorite Bryce DeMille, had been in awe when he’d played the Lux’s links with Dane. Getting my dad to admit to being impressed when it came to anything related to Dane was a major feat, the courses included.
My father wasn’t exactly onboard with my budding relationship. Nor was Kyle, who also worked at the Lux, in the Marketing department. In fact, he was currently up in arms over learning I’d recently moved in with Dane. But that was nothing new when it came to Kyle and anything concerning Dane and me.