Page 27 of The Lies You Love
She pulls off my dick, eyes watering, lipstick smeared all over her face and says, “Delicious appetizer. Ready for the main course?”
There’s the spark in her eye, the one that drove me wild with need all night long. It was missing when she was talking about the accident and Walker. My heart lurches when she stands, removing her dress. The scar now only adds to her beauty. A mark born of survival. I didn’t ask about it last night because there wasn’t a lull, nor was I under the guise I’d see her again. Auden wears it with pride and never once tried to hide it from me.
Her smile edges me closer, and I grab her by the waist with one hand and trace the pink line between her breasts just once. Then I lean down and place a languid kiss on her throat. “I’ve been ready for you all day,” I whisper, lips brushing the shell of her ear. My stomach tightens when her body shivers from my words. The fact I know I have so much control over her is thrilling, titillating—unabashedly the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced. “You like that?”
She moans when I drag my tongue down her neck and suck a rose-colored nipple. “Yes,” she says loudly when I ask her to use her words.
Picking up her slight frame, I set her on the counter in between two barstools. They both crash to the sides because I’m not being gentle. Not after the night I’ve had. The fucking Rifts filtering into places they have no right. I called Grey and exploded as I told him the new discovery. He stayed quiet and listened, probably distracted because he was also listening to Ramsey, but it made me feel better. Validated at the very least. The way the stripper looked at Auden scared me. I know what it means, and if she has a target on her head like I think she now might, I won’t have a choice but to keep an eye on her. I run my hands down the sides of her body, and she opens her legs, showing me everything in between. I swallow hard.
Another possibility is I’m making excuses to keep her around, and I’m well aware that if my skills as a Charge Man slip, I’ll never be able to forgive myself. With her displayed in front of me like a gift, I have full access to everything, and I know I’ll have to start thinking about apologies for myself. Auden runs her tongue along her bottom lip and hurried breaths make her chest rise and fall. I can’t stop myself from kissing her, and she pulls me into her, arms locked around my biceps. I try to keep my fingers light on her hips as our mouths collide. Her wet lips move against mine slowly, and I let her set the pace. I’m giving her control because I’m letting myself feel things I know I shouldn’t. It’s a balancing act. It has to be.
Auden pulls away and kisses my neck, sending a chill up my spine. Does she feel this? The electricity zinging between our bodies is as plentiful as oxygen. I close my eyes and feel her touch as she skirts her hands over my back, shoulders, chest, and waist. I let her touch haunt me like I know it will when I’m not near her. I memorize the way her lips feel as she lavishes my skin with attention—the caress of the pads of her fingertips against my neck. Auden tilts my head back and licks a trail from my collarbone up my neck and ends on my lips, my head still in her hands. Leaning my forehead against hers, our gazes catch and hold.
“You’re sort of perfect,” I say.
Her smile is small and coy. “And that might be the only lie I love.”
I shake my head, brushing my lips against hers as I do. “Not a lie.”
“I’m far from perfect, Beck. In fact, I’m a disaster.”
I lick my lips and lay a palm in the center of her chest. I push her down and back onto the counter. When her back is flat on the cold, smooth granite, I crawl on top of her and separate her legs with one of my knees. Auden clutches me closer, and I cradle her head with one hand and using my other hand as leverage, I thrust inside her slick entrance. Tracing her lips with my tongue, I bury my face next to her ear. “As long as you’re my disaster.”
She sighs out a quiet cry of pleasure and contentment. I fuck her dirty after that. Fast, hard, claiming. Pining for her all day has done nothing nice for my willpower or my ego. Moving my hand from behind her head, I lean back on my knees so I can stroke her clit and watch my dick moving inside her. Her hands fist by her sides and her eyes slam closed as she comes, moans dancing off her perfect lips, and her back arched off the counter. It has to be record speed. Her cunt grips me in waves and my stomach tightens as I feel my own orgasm approaching.
“Turn over,” I grind out, helping her get to her hands and knees.
Her breathing is ragged when I grab her ass and plunge into her from behind. Auden moans as each thrust fills her. She’s stunning. I glide my fingers down her slim waist to the flare of her curved round ass. I slap the right side once, hard enough to leave a mark. She yelps, but not because it hurts. She wants more. The muscles in her shoulder blades and back tighten each time I push into her. I’m mesmerized by her body, by mine disappearing into hers so fully that when my balls tighten and come, I almost don’t pull out quickly enough. I spill onto her ass in several powerful spurts. The creamy liquid slides between her ass cheeks and I use a single finger to slide it down further, her asshole puckering at the touch.
“I want that next,” I say, teeth grinding together as I make our next plan.
Auden squirms then spins so she’s on her back, getting my sticky cum all over the island counter. “Preparing food here is never going to be the same.”
“No, now I’ll always think about fucking your body any time I make a bowl of cereal.”
She laughs, cheeks pink, goddamn skin glowing like she’s lit from within. Sitting up, I move back, still on my knees. Reaching between her legs to the granite she slides her fingers across a pile of my come. I swallow hard as I watch her bring her middle finger up to her lips. She glides it across her bottom lip and then the top one like she’s applying lip gloss. Auden licks her lips and my cock tightens in a feral wild response.
“Jesus Christ, Auden. You really are going to kill me. That was so hot. You are so hot. You make me tremble with need when I just had you.”
“You feel that too? Like I’ll never get enough.”
I nod. Reaching for the paper bag that somehow didn’t fall to the floor. Pulling out a melon popsicle, I hold it up. “Dessert?”
Her eyes turn to slits. “I thought you’d never ask.” Auden teases her legs open. “How are you going to feed me?”
Tearing the wrapper off with my teeth, I spit it onto the floor. It’s already melting all over my hand and orange drips land onto her stomach and inner thigh. With my free hand, I finger her. “You’re so hot,” I say, feeling my stomach flip with nerves. “Should we cool you down?” I ask, quirking a brow.
She’s biting her lip, face still flushed from pleasure, hair a wild mess, and trusting eyes pleading with me to give her more. Fuck, I’m doomed. “Yes. As long as you’ll warm me back up.”
A breath lodges in my throat as I suck a drip off my fist and then trail the orange popsicle over her clit. She jumps at the cold contact, but I lean in and lick it away. Then I repeat it over again. Fluttering the softest swipe at her most tender part and then using my tongue and mouth as a salve. Auden is in rapture, her whole body moving with me and then against me when it’s time for cold. The melon mixes with her wetness and my head swims with desire. This tantalizing assault is for both of us. Auden relaxes in a pattern, and I savor every drop of this fucking popsicle which is my new favorite flavor.
She comes apart slowly this time. When I sense she’s near, I lick her cunt in a dizzying pattern that brings her to the brink. Her body stiffens and then it’s almost as if she melts into the granite, a puddle of satisfied goo. I finish the last of the popsicle and examine the mess we’ve made. She’s panting as she sits up and scoots to stand on the wood floor. She peeks in the bag. “Okay, just making sure you didn’t have anything else in there to torture me with.”
I press my lips together. “Come on. Torture? That seemed to be anything but.”
Her smile tells me I’m right. “Can we shower?” After she asks the question, her face drops.
“You don’t have to ask, but why the long face?”
