Light Me Up (4 page)

“Candace,” he said in a warning tone. The most delicious warning she could imagine.

“Okay,” she relented with a pout. He winked at her.

“Not much longer, babe.”

“Then you’ll fuck me?”

“Jesus. You have to ask?”

“No, I just like to.”

He didn’t look up. “Fair enough. I like to answer. Yes, I’ll fuck you.”

“Hard?”

“Like you’re unbreakable.”

Damn. Her eyes closed. Her wetness doubled, almost as if her body understood and stepped up its efforts to prepare her for the rough play he was capable of. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.

He heard. “I can’t either. Trying not to mess up over here.” She repressed a laugh as he winced and reached down to adjust himself under his sketch pad.

“How will you do it?”

“How do you want it?”

“I want you right here as soon as you’re done. I won’t be able to wait.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“But will you go down on me first?” He was
sooooo good at that.
So
good.

“Goddamn, what are you trying to do to me? I can’t concentrate.”

He tried to appear cool and affected but couldn’t quite pull it off. She smiled. Of course, she could sympathize, being seconds away from breaking her pose to attend to needs that were spiraling out of control. “Will you?”

“I’ll suck you until you scream, Candace. Until you make that sound.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “You know the one I mean. It’s the sexiest, most primal thing I’ve ever heard.”

Sexy and primal. Interesting that he would use those words to describe that high-pitched, wavering, uncontrolled caterwaul she did when he was giving it to her good. That noise was almost embarrassing. “After that,” she said, “I want you wherever and however you want me.”

His gaze flickered to hers. A spark of danger lit in his eyes. “Then you’ll get it.”

She didn’t have to explain what she meant and neither did he. Her heart jumped and warmth spread in her face, no doubt turning her cheeks bright red. “Okay,” she said softly.

Appearing satisfied he’d shut her up, he went back to work with swift, efficient strokes, his expression tense but otherwise unreadable. She just tried to keep
breathing, anticipation and anxiety swamping her as she thought back on the times before, letting him take her ass. The overwhelming fullness that fell just a little too much on the pain side of the pleasure/pain dichotomy. But enough on the pleasure side that she couldn’t stop. That she wanted more.

“You got quiet,” he observed after more time had passed. “If you don’t want—”

“No. I do.”

“You know I love you, babe.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“Me and you?” he said, giving the first line of their favorite motto.

“Against the world,” she finished. Always.

Chapter Three

“Done?” she asked, hearing the breathless excitement in her own voice.

“For the moment. I’ll play around with it more later.”

“Can I see?”

After scrutinizing his work while the seconds ticked away on the clock hanging on the wall above his head, he flipped the pad closed and slipped it behind him on the chair. The grin he gave her was full of the mischief she loved about him…one of the hundreds of things she loved about him, anyway.

“Nope,” he said, standing without taking his eyes off her.

She frowned and moved to get up. “No?”

“No. Don’t move.”

Now those were some sweet words. Swallowing, she fell back in her former position. As his hands went to his belt and began to unfasten it while he stared at her like a starving man about to fall on a buffet, she licked her lips in a feeble attempt to replenish the moisture. Oh. God. Yes. She rubbed her thighs together wantonly in front of him, feeling the slickness between them, encouraging her body’s perpetual response to him. She let her fingers slide down over her quivering belly muscles, closer and closer, then opened her legs so he could see her wet folds.

“
Sonofabitch,” he muttered, fingers seeming to fumble a bit as he worked his fly.

She giggled with the heady intoxication of knowing she held this power over him and let her hand slip lower without taking her eyes from his face. Pushing him. “See anything you like?”

“Fuck, yes.”

The first brush of her fingertips over her clit caused her to suck in a breath and then sigh his name as if he were the one touching her. She wanted to rub herself to a frantic orgasm, but that was his job tonight. His eyes flared and she quickly moved her hand away, silently letting him know she would push that particular button of his right now.

A few quick adjustments on his part and he was naked, his cock in his hand. Long, thick, beautiful, hard and ready with the silver beads on the top and bottom of the glans—those little beads in just the right place could have her coming within seconds if she was turned on enough. Now definitely qualified. Her own fingers when she dipped them shallowly into her pussy were no comparison to what he could give her. None.

“Then come get it,” she said.

She thought he might bust the coffee table to pieces in an effort to get to her; in the end he practically climbed over it. Reaching her, he crushed his mouth to hers, burying her under his weight on the couch, and she loved it, loved being pinned down and helpless under him. The heaviness of his erection rested on her thigh and she tried to wriggle her legs apart to give him space—

Strong hands grasped her wrists and held them down; he pulled back and shook his head at her. “Uh-uh. You asked me to go down first. I’m just following orders.”

All the curves he’d stared at while drawing her he touched now, every move swift and impatient, as if he couldn’t feel all of her fast enough. And then he was tasting her, his mouth hot on her neck, her breasts, her nipples, oh God yes, sucking the rings into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue until she writhed in desperation.

Just as he drove her to the point of begging, he changed tactics, gained control of
himself, slowed down. Threw her off balance in the way he loved to do. Even as she wanted to claw at him and tell him to hurry up and get her off, she managed to bring her own ragged emotions into check. The only thing better than Brian fucking her senseless was Brian making love to her.

He barely left any part of her
unkissed as he made his way down the length of her body. Without the burden of his weight on her, she opened her legs, giving him room. He slid his knees down onto the floor and grabbed her hips, pulling her until the backs of her thighs rested on his shoulders.

For a long moment, he simply looked, and the heat in her face roared to an inferno. It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen her this way
; whenever the most secret part of her was laid bare in front of him, she could scarcely deal with the intimacy. Her hands trembled as she reached for his hair, itching to sink her fingers deep into the silk of it. Mess it up a bit more. His gaze flickered up her body, finally coming to rest on her face.

“I keep trying to think up new and inventive ways to tell you you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said. “And you get more beautiful with each passing day.”

“You don’t have to say it. You only have to look at me like you are right now, and I’ll know.” His lips curved in a smile, and she went on. “If you ever stop doing that, that’s when I would start to wonder.”

“It’s not something you’ll ever have to worry about, Candace. I promise you that.” His mouth lowered to skim the crease where her right thigh met her abdomen. He followed it down until his
breath tickled right where she needed his tongue most, and then he pulled apart her lips with his thumbs. Looking at her. Breathing on her. Oh, Jesus. Her hands left his head—she feared now she’d pull his hair out—and clenched futilely at the couch cushions.

One lick. One tiny lick she barely felt right on her clit, and her hips tried to wrench upward. Ready for the violent reaction, he held her steady and did it again. “Please, Brian, more…”

He didn’t give it to her, and he wouldn’t until he was ready. She’d learned long ago not to rush him when he was like this; it was useless. His tongue traveled down her slit, thoroughly tasting her wetness and probing gently into her pussy. He licked and sucked her labia, first one side and then the other. He even placed nipping, sucking kisses along the insides of her thighs while her chest heaved and she curled her hands into fists to keep from reaching down and giving herself relief.

“Do you know how fucking crazy I’d go if I didn’t have you?” he
whispered, breathing the words right on her wet, hot flesh. Wet from her juices and from his skillful mouth.

“Do you know how fucking crazy I’m going to go if I
don’t
have you?”

“But you do.”

“I know, just… I need to come. So bad.”

“After all this time, I still haven’t taught you to enjoy drawing this out.”

“It’s you. I can’t help it. When it comes to you, I’m in the red 24/7.”

“Well. Can’t say I don’t enjoy hearing that.” He stroked one hand up and down her thigh,
then skimmed the same pattern with his fingertips. “But I love it when you need me this much.”

Finally, he brought his mouth to her. He sucked her deep and fluttered his tongue over her clit in the way that drove her absolutely
batshit crazy. It pulled that fucking sound out of her throat, the one he’d mentioned, the vibrating note she would never be able to produce in ordinary circumstances. She tightened all over and exploded, her entire body gripped with racking pleasure. At the peak, he slid two fingers inside her, manipulating the spot that brought whole new layers of sensation, prolonging her climax until it wrung everything out of her. Every bit of worry and guilt—gone in an instant. It would come back later, but at the moment, her mind was blank and her heart and body ruled. And those? They were his property.  

  In her post-coital delirium, she found herself being tugged from the couch. “Come to me, baby,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and settling her—
oh, yes
—right over the head of his hard cock. The stretch of him burned deep and squeezed a few remaining whimpers from her. Her internal muscles still clenched weakly from the strength of her orgasm, gripping him, and he groaned as she took him fully.

Candace hoped he had room to work, because she was nothing but a limp rag doll draped over him. But those colorful, rock-hard arms went around her, lifting her so he could position her better between his hips and the couch. She did manage to lift her elbows to the cushions to help him out and give
herself a little more support.

He moved, slowly drawing out, holding still,
then pushing back in even more slowly. She groaned in ecstasy, her body reawakening for him. He didn’t look away from her eyes. It was glorious. Perfection. It was everything she wanted for the rest of her life. “Kiss me,” she pleaded softly, and he couldn’t move forward to claim her mouth fast enough. His tongue took up the same slow rhythm of his lovemaking, in and out, pause, in again, swirl. The slight rotation of his hips made his piercing rub all her sweetest spots.

“Candace,” he whispered against her lips. Fullness welled in her chest, threatening to build up behind her eyes. Her arms would around him and he lifted her up, holding her close as he continued the same agonizingly slow pace.

She’d thought nothing would ever compare to the scary, explosive wildness she’d felt when they first got together. More than once, she’d thought that surely something that strong and volatile would burn itself out with time. To an extent, that part had, but she hadn’t expected what replaced it to be even stronger. Steadier. Sometimes even scarier.

“I swear to God you were made for me,” he said. She sank her fingers into his hair, pressing her cheek tight to his clean-shaven one. The spice of his aftershave intoxicated her.

“I was.” It had to be true. Every part of him stimulated just the right parts of her, both physically and emotionally. From the slow, wet slide of him between her legs to his hard chest rubbing her nipples to the words he spoke and the soft pant of his breath in her ear. She ran her fingers over his biceps, watching the progression of her fingertips over his beautiful ink, smiling a little when goose bumps rose on his skin.

“So good,” he groaned. She rotated her hips on him, pushing another sexy growl from his throat. His hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping her firmly and kneading. “I think I made a promise I have to keep, though.”

Like you’re unbreakable
. Yes, he had. The problem with being with Brian—and damn, wasn’t it a good problem to have—was that she never could decide on how she wanted him. Slow was incredible until he suggested fast. Fast was awesome until he slowed and, oh yeah, ecstasy ensued. It was all good, so damn good.

He managed to climb to his feet with her still clinging to him, laughing when he almost dropped her. Holding her ass, he carried her to their bedroom, still buried inside her. Once he’d laid her across the bed, though, he pulled out and urged her onto her stomach. Grasping her hips, he hauled her up on all fours.

“Bring me that sweet ass,” he said, voice somewhere between commanding and cajoling. 

“Oh, God,” she sighed, thrusting back toward him. His
hand smoothed up the back of her thigh and over the upraised curve of her cheek. Then the tip of his finger trailed down her cleft, dragging through the shocking amount of wetness he’d drawn from her. Was he going to…? She arched her back and wriggled her knees farther apart, now fired with the need to tempt him.

“
Mmm,” he said, sliding two fingers deep and hard into her melting center. Again, she was caught between the disappointment that he passed up her anus and the bliss he invoked with his caresses. She turned her face into the mattress and whimpered. Slowly he fucked her with his fingers, rubbing his other hand over the cheeks of her ass. “Beautiful.” Knowing he watched her clenching pussy accept his fingers only made her that much hotter. Her face flamed. But she couldn’t take much more of this, she needed something faster and more punishing than that gentle rhythm.

She was opening her mouth to ask him for it when she felt him shifting behind her, and giddiness welled in her chest.
Yes, yes, do it, baby
. Her breath hitched at the suddenness at which his fingers disappeared from inside her. Hard thighs came between hers and he kneed her legs wider apart, his hands grasping her hips and jerking them even higher, to his groin. The hot, heavy length of his cock rubbed on her backside, and then he drew it back, positioning it for entry. The broad head with its smooth ball at the tip rubbed through the slick, needy heat between her legs.

It was all she could do not to push back on him. Desperate, she did try, but his grip on her wouldn’t allow it. He held the reins here, holding her steady and absolutely still as he slid inside, inch by torturously slow inch. Her body welcomed him, gripping his intruding length, craving more of it. Everything he had. His breathing grew harsh, pleasure curses tumbling from his mouth. His fingers bit hard enough to bruise her tender flesh.

Once he rested deep inside her, unmoving, his hands released their death grip and wandered gently over her the small of her back, her ass, down her thighs. Then his thumbs came to rest near the place of their joining, and he pulled her labia apart. “Jesus,” he murmured. “I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now.” She tried to twist back to look at him. He was gazing down, watching as he withdrew from her as slowly as he’d entered.

The friction sent tingles to every nerve ending in her body. She wished she could see too. See
herself stretched around his retreating girth. As he pulled out, his cock would shimmer with remnants of her clinging moisture in the lamp light, the evidence of her building need for him. She bit down on a bent knuckle to keep from begging…begging…for what, she didn’t know. To make her not love him so fucking much it would kill her? To make her love him until it did?

He was content to draw it out, to keep his strokes so slow and deliberate she could feel everything.
His piercing massaging her G-spot in just the right way. His broad base stretching her until she couldn’t breathe. Slow, it was too slow. She wouldn’t get off like this; she would only hover at the precipice and
ache
until she was wrenched in two.