Page 108 of Beautiful Liar

He’s bored with talking. I feel his hunger rippling toward me, tearing the ground beneath my feet open like a devastating earthquake.

In direct response, my pussy and butt hole clench hard enough to make me moan.

He hears it. Exhales sharply. “Now, firecracker.”

I raise the glass and drain the sweet, tangy cocktail. The faint taste of rum and strawberries lingers, but the buzz in my veins as I drop the robe and rise shakily to my feet has nothing to do with alcohol. I’m still slippery from my earlier orgasms. The vibrator threatens to slip out. I slide my fingers between the fringe of the body chain and in between my legs to hold it in place.

“Fuck,” Q curses under his breath.

He tracks my slow approach with dark, sizzling eyes. They’re a dark grey or hazel, I can’t tell. Every few steps I take, he hits a button on the remote and the room grows darker. By the time I’m three feet from him, I can hardly see him. But I hear his rough breathing, see his gleaming eyes.

Up close the mask is even more magnificent. I want to touch it, feel its beauty beneath my fingers.

He reads me like a book. “You want to touch me, Lucky?”

“Yes. Can I?”

He contemplates me for a stretch. Then he nods. I take a cautious step forward because my instincts are clanging with enough force to tilt my world on its axis. He warned me about risks. I don’t know why touching him feels like I’m risking my very life.

I reach out and cup his jaw. The metal is hard and smooth, but not as cold as the first time against my back. It warms beneath my fingers as I caress upward. Over his nose, cheekbone, forehead. His breath washes over my wrist and I shiver. I should step back from the force threatening to consume me.

I step forward. His eyes unpin me, track greedily over my body. I sense more than see his hand lift. Warm fingers trail from my throat to my breast then lower to flick my nipple.

My full body shudder makes him exhale roughly again. My fingers sneak up and curl through his vibrant hair. When my nails lightly scrape his scalp he hisses under his breath.

His hand leaves my nipple, drags over my skin to capture my hand that is still between my legs. He stares at my glistening fingers for a second before he draws them into his mouth.

Between one breath and the next, he’s licking my essence, groaning as his mouth pulls hungrily at my digits. His long legs part, and he draws me in between them. Before I can give in to the burgeoning wish to touch him, he circles my wrists, draws them behind my back and imprisons them with one hand.

Disappointment blossoms through me, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. His mouth and tongue are working insane magic on my skin. Teeth nip the sensitive skin above my navel. Hot kisses, rough teeth, jagged breath. The smoky cedar scent of him. Everything about Q is a heady enough experience that I’m not left wanting for long. His wicked tongue licks up the slope of my breast and flicks incessantly over one nipple. When my knees start to buckle, he flicks the vibrator to a higher setting and grabs a hold of my hip.

Then he keeps me there, trapped between his legs, trapped on the precipice of bliss as my body catches fire.

My vision loses focus and I burn inside and out. My legs give out, but he’s there, propping me up with effortless strength, never for a second letting up on what he’s doing to me.

“It’s too much, Q! Please…Oh God, I’m coming!” Did he give me blanket permission to come? I can’t remember. But I know I won’t be able to stop myself this time. “I’m coming!” I warn and plead again.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t berate me. His guttural groan wraps hot around my nipple, and he pulls hard and relentlessly at my flesh.

I surrender to the explosive force ripping up from my toes. White-hot convulsions rip through me, clenching deep in my pussy and around the plug in my ass. I’m vaguely aware I’m falling. I’m going to crash hard, but I don’t care. This feeling is too incredible to worry about where I land.

I bump against something hard. His body. He grunts but doesn’t let go. The hand on my hip releases me and I hear a hurried fumbling. My vision is still shot to shit and I’m still caught under waves of pleasure. I gasp when the vibrator is tugged out of my pussy. He releases my wrists and tugs me forward to place my hands on the armchair on either side of his head. Rough hands lift me over his lap and his thick head breaches my core. Dark eyes stare up at me, absorb my every breath as he forces my hips down to receive him.

Another scream rips through the room.

The plug in my ass leaves very little room for him. I’m full. Crammed tighter than I’ve ever been, sending the pleasure pain dichotomy to optimum levels. My eyes water and I can’t breathe.

My senses reel in silent, stunned wonder. Suddenly, I’m conflicted by how much I like being fucked by him. I’m a whore. I’m not supposed to enjoy this.

But I love it. Oh God, how much do I love what’s happening to me right now?

Q, attuned to me with frighteningly sharp acuity, probes me deeper with his eyes.

“Good?”

“Yes!”My response ends in another scream as he withdraws and crams me full again.

“More?” he demands with his electric voice.

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