Letting Her Lead(15)

I lick my lips and wiggle against him, making him do that growl thing again. I didn’t even know a man could make that kind of noise.

“I’m on edge, baby. When I got back here I was still a little hyped up, then I saw you laughing with Scribe, which made me jealous as fuck. I wanted to drag him from the room and beat the shit out of him because he made you laugh. He’s my brother and I wanted to lay him out. I didn’t give a shit.”

He lets out a ragged breath and keeps going.

“Then you’re saying shit like ‘For the Horde’ and ‘frak.’ I don’t even know what that hell it means and it’s getting me harder.”

My breath catches.

“I get you up in my room and you’re finally saying what I’ve been wanting you to say for fucking months. Months! Dreaming of this, wanting this, walking around with a hard-on I can’t seem to get to go down no matter how many times I take myself in hand. But I keep trying because it’s the only option I’ve got. Because if it isn’t you, it’s no one. I knew that from the moment I saw you.”

He wants me to calm down and go slow, but that isn’t going to help. It’s only making things worse. The more he keeps talking, the more I want him. The more I fall over the edge for him.

“And those fucking glasses. You kill me with those. I’ve been picturing you in nothing but those glasses and one of those messy hair buns you do on the top of your head, laid out on my bed. Me pulling your hair free as I slide my cock in and out of you, making love to you.”

“You can do that. Right now, Lucias.” I want him so bad. He’s making me fall in love with him the more he talks, and I believe him. It’s not like he’s trying to get me anymore. I’m throwing myself at him and I couldn’t be more of a sure thing. He’s having to hold my hands down so I don’t attack him.

“I know, baby. That’s the thing. I want this to be perfect. I want to go slow and savor every moment of it.”

“Okay,” I agree, taking one of those deep breaths.

“Now. We’re going to strip these clothes off you and make the fantasy I’ve been having for the past two months a reality. And it starts with me tasting every inch of your body.”





12




I pull Izzy up so she’s sitting in the middle of the bed. Reaching down, I pull off her navy-blue T-shirt that has a picture of a dog on it and reads Pugs Not Drugs. I can’t help but smile at it and then moan as I see she’s got on a soft, pink, lacy bra underneath.

The sight of her creamy skin against the pale lace has me panting. Reaching down to her waist, I pull off her shorts and see she’s wearing matching panties, too. With her hair piled up on top of her head and those dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, it’s all I can do not to blow a load in my pants. She looks like a cross between a naughty schoolteacher and an innocent virgin.

Putting my head in my hands I rub my eyes, and look back to her.

“How are you real?” I whisper.

She smiles ruefully, and in a sultry move spreads her legs wide. When I see the wet spot on her panties, I snap.

Diving face first into her pussy, I pick up her hips, and she flops back on the bed with a moan. I throw her legs over my shoulders and press my mouth against the pink lace. I can smell her through the material, and I can even get a hint of taste through it. Her sweet fragrance drives me past the point of control and I start to eat at her panty-covered pussy.

“Lucias,” she gasps as my mouth opens wide and tries to suck her into my mouth, lace and all.

I don’t want anything between us, but I’m too out of control to stop and think. I’ve got to have her however I can get her, so I just keep sucking and licking, ignoring the panties getting in the way.

Izzy’s moans fill my ears, and they set the pace for my mouth. Suddenly, I feel her fingers against my cheek, and then they’re pulling the lace to the side for me so that I can have all of her.

I look down at her pretty, glistening cunt and just stare at it. The little sprinkling of hair, the full lips begging to be sucked, and the hard pearl wet with need.

“Fuck, Elizabeth. Look at that tight little thing. Goddamn, it’s pretty.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and her hips rise to my mouth. She’s offering herself to me, and I’m the selfish bastard who’s going to take it.

“Say it again.”

I smile and press my lips to her lower ones. “Say what, baby? How tight and pretty you are?”

She moans and lifts her hips again, willing my mouth to move on her. “My name. Call me by my real name.”

“Anything you want, Elizabeth. Any time, any place, you just say the word and it’s yours.”