Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

G age

What the hell was wrong with me?

The words were easy to say to myself but not at all easy to answer.

I had no idea.

I’d broken a strict rule far too easily, but nothing had felt better in my life. No woman. No experience. She’d managed to awaken my very soul.

Evangeline.

Just thinking her name as I walked into the main room had my cock twitching all over again. Her scent of desire lingered on my skin. I pulled out a bottle of wine, a cabernet I adored but I had to admit, I was in the mood for whiskey. It might be the only other thing that could soothe my hunger.

And my guilt.

Granted, both brothers had ignored the rules themselves in finding their women, but I was a stronger man. Shit. What was I thinking? This was nothing more than a fling. A smile remained plastered on my face as I opened the bottle, pulling out a wine stem and pouring a hefty amount. I grabbed the whiskey next, nearly ripping a glass tumbler from the rack and filling the glass.

I stood assessing the possible danger as I swirled the liquid, finally bringing it to my lips. I wasn’t the kind of man to waste good whiskey by chugging it, but I couldn’t help but throw back the glass, allowing the smooth and warm liquid to slide down my throat.

Now I needed to taste her, to claim her other two holes. I almost snickered from the thought. I was losing my control with a woman I barely knew. Other than she’d defied me. I wasn’t certain if her posts had done any damage, but I had a feeling I’d hear about them from one of the members.

They were savvy, their assistants no doubt checking the various media accounts to ensure their bosses’ names hadn’t been listed anywhere in a disparaging manner. The only saving grace was the fact she hadn’t listed a single name that I’d seen, but I would need to check that out.

I took another swig before refilling my glass. A tremendous part of me wanted to introduce her to the BDSM section of the club but wasn’t certain she could handle it. I’d hold that in reserve for now.

But the option was delicious.

I took my time heading back into the room. I’d thought for certain she might be asleep, but she’d propped up the pillows, leaning her back against them, the covers barely pulled up over her beautiful pussy.

With her breasts exposed, her skin shimmering from our incredible round of sex, I was forced to stand where I was a few feet away, doing nothing more than basking in her beauty.

“What’s wrong?” Evangeline asked in a sultry voice.

“Why should anything be wrong?” I gazed up and down as I walked toward her, remaining standing as I handed her the wine.

“Yummy.”

“I think you’ll like the vintage.”

I hadn’t believed she was capable of teasing me but when she slid the tip of her pinky back and forth across my sensitive slit, I knew otherwise.

“Now, why would you think I was talking about the wine?”

I’ll be damned if her voice didn’t sound more like a purr. I pushed her legs aside enough for me to sit down on the bed. She gave me a rather haughty look before lifting her glass. As she tilted it back, she closed her eyes just enough her eyelashes were floating back and forth across her skin.

She had no real understanding of how beautiful she was. That much I could tell. The fact someone had done a number on her burned the hell out of me. A part of me was determined to find out who and what the fuck was going on. However, it was her business, not mine.

We sat just like this for a few minutes, sipping our drinks and staring at each other as if we were long-lost lovers who’d found each other after several years. It was odd to feel as if I’d known her longer.

She studied me intently, cocking her head as she used her index finger this time to trace one of two tattoos I had. “This is beautiful.”

“Ah, you like inked men.”

While she shrugged, I could tell she did. “They’re much better than prissy, pretty men who have no clue how to be a little rough around the edges.”

“I’m curious. Where do I fit in?”

She lifted her already heated gaze and smiled. “You are close to perfection.”

“Why, thank you.”

“What is the symbol?”

Finding her genuinely interested was also appealing. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had asked or cared. “The dagger represents my sense of control and wrath. Slicing it through the rose represents my sense of vanquishment.”

“Like a notorious Viking.”

I had to laugh. “Something like that.”

We both took a few more sips of our drinks, just basking in the afterglow until my needs had returned. I took both glasses, placing them on the nightstand. When I stood, she reached out as if fearful I was leaving.

I leaned down, kissing her lips before heading toward the lamp. All I needed was the twinkling stars and the glow from the pool that would wash into the oversized window for what I was about to do.

As I returned, she shifted under the covers, pulling them up to her chest as she peered up at me. I took care of that situation, ripping the sheet all the way down. As I crawled into the bed, she acted as if she as going to try to scramble away.

“No, you don’t.” I yanked her down by one ankle, immediately bending and spreading her legs wide open. As soon as I gathered them into my arms, she issued a slight moan, pushing her fists down on the soft sheet. “Be a good girl.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Not completely but I think after this, I’ll go a long way into doing so.” She shuddered and covered her face with her hands, which told me other than during the intense rush of uncontrollable passion, she was embarrassed about fulfilling her needs or her body. During the time we spent together, I planned on helping her understand just how beautiful she was. And how good she was supposed to feel from a man’s touch.

I pushed her legs back even further, leaning over and blowing across her glistening pussy. It was almost impossible to keep from devouring her, although the rational side of me wanted to take my time.

She needed me to take my time, opening her up like a flower. At some point, my thirst would be too great. But for now, I planned on exploring every inch of her. I took my time, pressing kisses on one side of her thigh and the other, lightly brushing my tongue up and down after doing so.

She moaned and undulated, her face still covered by her hands. I rubbed my hand down the outside of her thigh to her calf and finally her toes, realizing her feet were pointed like a ballerina’s. I pressed kisses along the inside of her right leg, savoring the heat in her skin. It was so soft, my touch still light. She was a delicate flower, a creature to be savored like fine wine.

The way she tossed her head back and forth gave a further sense of her embarrassment, but I knew soon she’d get over the feeling. The time for foreplay was almost over, her scent ripening even more. When I dared to dart the tip of my tongue around her clit, she jerked up from the bed. She’d been forced to push her forearms against the bed, allowing me to catch a shimmer of her beautiful face.

Panting, she licked her lips as if they were dry, her moans ragged. I repeated the move and stopped until she rewarded me with a smile.

Only then did I begin again, flicking it back and forth several times. When I pressed my thumb against it for pressure only, she half laughed. Her nervousness was so sweet. I had no doubt by the shimmer on her skin that she was excited. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel good.

As I continued adding pressure, I dragged my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, every action remaining light and easy. Yet she was still bucking against me. She was so wet, heat building between us to an incredible precipice. I was floored how good it felt with her, how much I needed to be with her.

Taste her.

Feast on her.

Goddamn, my mind was one sided. I ignored the ramblings inside my head, concentrating on making her feel good.

As I finally buried my face into her wetness, she threw her head back with a series of strangled moans. Everything about this was deliriously indulgent but I didn’t care. I’d already lost my mind at this point.

With every swipe of my tongue, every press of my fingers teasing her pussy walls, she undulated even more. There was nothing like her sweet moans, the way she obviously needed this was enthralling. It was clear no man had ever made her feel this good.

I took my time even though my cock was twitching uncontrollably. There was nothing better than bringing her to the precipice where desire and need collided. I could tell she was trying to hold back, not to allow me to be in control of this too. I was having none of it, driving my tongue and two fingers deep inside her tight channel.

“Oh… My…” Her moans were even more ragged than before. I adored the sounds that I was helping to create. How could I not?

I continued to enjoy myself, licking her as if I was savoring the most succulent fruit. She was juicy, the flavor perfect like cherries. I could easily do this for hours on end and maybe tomorrow night I would.

Right now, I wanted her to explode in my mouth, so I continued claiming her. How Neanderthal of me. As she started to tense, she was forced to thump down on the bed. She fisted the sheet, yanking at the material as she tossed her head from side to side. She even managed to dig her heels into the bed. I’d relaxed my hold and was glad I had.

Her eyes were fluttering back and forth underneath her lids. The starlight made her look even more beautiful. I was so crazed with desire that I couldn’t hold back any longer, feasting as I’d originally intended. She was now bucking up on the bed, fighting with one hand to reach me. Every sound she made was animalistic and it was so natural, so innocent. And just something else I loved.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” She stiffened completely and there was no doubt electricity was shooting through her, an orgasm sweeping wildly through her system.

I licked furiously as she threw her head back, uttering a silent scream. Her reaction was pure and amazing. I refused to stop, savoring every drop of her sweet cream.

When she finally started to come down from the rafters, her body relaxing, only then did I press another series of kisses on one inner thigh and finally the other.

I was already hard as a rock, my balls tight as drums. I was amazed how much it was throbbing, but she’d done that to me. The woman with the sun-kissed copper hair and eyes the color of spun gold. I lowered her legs to the bed, very slowly crawling up the length of her body. Only when I straddled her shoulders did she open her lazy eyes.

“Hi, beautiful,” I told her.

She lifted her arms, placing her soft hands on my chest. “You make me feel beautiful.”

“I don’t need to try. You just are.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you know exactly the right things to say to a woman to make her feel special?”

“Not a single one.”

“Then they were fools, Gage. Utter fools.”

Smiling around her was easy. “Open that hot mouth of yours.”

“Why?”

“First of all, because I commanded you to. Second, so you can receive your treat for being a good girl.”

Her purring sounds were almost strangled and she dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip before doing as she was told.

“Wider,” I told her and rose fully onto my knees. When she realized what I was doing, she purposely clamped her mouth shut. Of course, I was having none of her misbehaving tendencies, shoving my thumb between her lush lips.

She greedily sucked on it, even wrapping one hand around my wrist. I allowed her to play for a few seconds until, as they’d done before, my needs took over. But damn if she didn’t have a way of mesmerizing me. No other woman ever had. Another feat.

Another reason to feel possessive.

I pumped my thumb a few times before gingerly prying her lips open.

“Be a good girl.” My words were rhetorical but it felt good saying them.

She even lifted her chin, making it easier for me to slide the tip of my cock inside. She had a long, slender throat and if she wasn’t experienced with a man pleasuring her, I had a feeling she’d never truly enjoyed giving a man head.

The way she immediately wrapped her lips around my shaft was more powerful than I’d felt in a long while. I pushed another inch inside, allowing her jaw muscles to get used to the wide girth. I placed my hand on the headboard, trying to steady myself.

It was amazing how weakening it could be at first when a woman sucked on you. I adored it. Wouldn’t change a thing.

She seemed to be enjoying herself more than I thought, sliding her tongue back and forth. I was surprised how hard I was, but stranger things had happened.

My breathing became labored within seconds from trying to maintain some level of control. Around her, it was just another impossibility.

When I knew she was ready for another inch, I drove it inside, barely able to keep from bellowing. She rolled her hand between my legs, fondling my testicles between her fingers. It was just as provocative as everything else she’d done, perhaps more so since I truly had full control.

I finally began to drive my cock deeper inside, using a slow and easy rhythm.

Within seconds, saliva from her mouth trickled past her lips, arousing me further. But seconds later, her eyes opened wide and she coughed over the thick invasion.

“Breath through your nose and relax. Count to ten and allow your muscles to unfreeze.” She did as I told her, her breathing finally becoming easier a few seconds later. I thrust in and out a few times before stopping, allowing her to still get used to my thick cock. When the tip hit the back of her throat, she squeezed my balls, adding enough pressure I was the one moaning.

I was thoroughly enjoying the hot and wet aspect of her mouth, the way her eyes were watching me intently. Yes, I could easily finish this way, but I was determined to complete my task.

Before I lost it, I pulled out completely and she whined, reaching for me as if feeling a great loss.

I raked my fingers through my hair as I moved back, finally able to free her legs. It was easy to flip her over onto all fours. I wrapped my hand around her hair like a long leash, preventing her from attempting to escape as my instinct told me was going to try to do. She was playful, gathering a sense of herself. A grin crossed my face for about the tenth time as I rolled my fingers down my shaft, the sensations just as electric as before.

The moment I drove my cock back inside her pussy, her entire body shuddered. When had a woman reacted so strongly to me in the past? Never. The thought was riveting. I pumped a few times, ensuring my cock was nice and slick.

As I pressed the tip against her dark hole, she clawed the bed, whimpering with a hint of fear.

“I have no intention of hurting you, babe. Breathe just like before and I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I don’t know. I don’t…” Evangeline laughed nervously but stopped shaking seconds later. I pushed the tip just inside, allowing her to get used to the pressure and the feel.

I wasn’t shocked being with her felt so good, natural in every way. I just had a tough time not impaling her this way. After my extreme desire to teach her aspects of BDSM, including using a few of the apparatuses to show her there was nothing to fear there either, this was a close second.

When she seemed to be breathing easier, I pushed another inch plus inside, hitting the tight ring of muscle. I took my time, proceeding slowly, but damn if it wasn’t rough as sin on me. But I maintained composure even as sweat rolled down the back of my neck. The woman could turn a man into mush.

I persisted until my shaft was fully seated inside. She was gasping for air, still clawing the bedding.

“It hurts.”

“Just relax. Trust me, it will feel very good soon enough.” My cock was throbbing, my balls as tight as they’d been before. Nothing had prepared me for how good it felt being buried inside of her this way.

She was moaning, but I could tell the instant those of discomfort shifted into ones of sheer pleasure. That’s the moment I pulled out, slowly driving into her again. When I did it a third time, she met my deep plunge, doing her best to arch her back while pushing her hips back. She was ripe and ready for even more. That excited the hell out of me.

I pulled out again, this time rougher than I’d been before. She accepted it without issue, her moans fueling me. I closed my eyes, pulling back on her hair as I developed a rhythm, one she matched the best she could. My heart was hammering in my chest, also something that never happened. It felt so good that I didn’t want this to end, but given it had been a long time since I’d come more than once in a night, I knew it would become more and more difficult to maintain any control.

The sound as I slammed my hips against her was sweet music. Even my throat was dry as I struggled to maintain control. Within sweet seconds, my mind was spinning, the electricity between us soaring and I wanted nothing more than to fill her sweet, tight ass with my seed.

Seconds later, I was at my limit. I erupted deep inside, now slamming against her.

She was huffing and puffing, undulating her hips while I was bellowing like some crazed beast.

This had to be as close to a slice of heaven as existed.

When I’d finally filled her, my body starting to come down from the intense hum, I slumped over her. Together it seemed we were trying to learn how to breathe all over again. Finally, I rolled over on my side, taking her with me. Having a woman stay the night wasn’t my style but I never wanted her to leave.

What was that telling me? More important, what the hell was I going to do about it?