Page 56 of Master of Lies

Now he was touching me between my legs as he suckled my breasts, stroking my clit so perfectly...then sliding his fingers deeper, deeper, thrusting slowly, pressing and circling. Seeking out the spots that made me sob and wail and melt.

The tension broke. Waves of surging pleaure washed me out to a mindless, timeless state of glowing sensations, shining emotions.

When conscious thought came drifting back, I was collapsed on his shoulder, my arms still draped around his neck. He was nuzzling me, his lips sliding along my throat, then my shoulder. Licking, nipping gently. His warm, rough-textured hands stroking the length of my spine, exploring my shoulder blades as if he were mapping my body.

He pulsed his cock against my mound. I moved against him with a sigh of need.

He leaned back, giving me a narrow look. “Hey,” he murmured. “A question.”

My head went up, suddenly alert. “Yeah? What?”

“Nothing scary,” he assured me. “A frivolous question.”

I smiled at him. “I can do frivolous. Shoot.”

“This,” he said, sliding his fingers tenderly up and down my pussy lips, making me wiggle and gasp. “Just a little tiny little bit of fuzz up top here, and nothing else. Is that your usual style? Or was that just to get in character for Sandee?”

The question startled me into laughter, which quickly stuttered into a gasping moan as he flicked his thumb delicately around my sensitized clit. “Oh, God,” I whispered. “Um, I think it started as a Sandee thing. I usually don’t bother to do it, and it hurt like a bastard. But afterward? I liked the way it felt. It just feels so silky smooth, you know?”

“Oh, yeah,” he rumbled. “I know.”

“Do you go for that?” I asked.

It was his turn to laugh. “Sure. It drives me mad with lust. But I’m guessing a full bush would have the same effect. It’s you who gets to me. The rest? Just details.”

Aw. That was so sweet. “I don’t think Sandee is really that much of a mask,” I confessed. “She’s just a side of me that I finally let loose. A more instinctive part. She’s been waiting her turn, and I needed her help, so I let her come out of her cage.”

“For me,” he said softly. “Wow.”

I felt vulnerable, having shared that with him. I moved slowly against his stiff rod, trapped in his jeans, thrumming with readiness. “Don’t you want more?”

“We used up all the latex,” he told me. “We didn’t think ahead. Too busy.”

I think about it for just a few seconds before it bursts out of me. “I have a contraceptive implant. I got it last year, but the relationship didn’t pan out, so I never really had a use for it. So we could just, you know. Go for it. Full speed ahead.”

His cock swelled with eagerness against me. His eyes dilated, and his hands, gripping my ass, dug in, massaging me. “Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m clean?”

“Are you clean?” I echoed dutifully.

“Yes,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone since before.”

He didn’t have to specify. The Ready Line massacre had slashed all our lives into a Before and an After. But there was something strange about his tone. I’d never offered sex without latex to any guy. Not once. I would’ve thought he’d be pleased.

But he looked almost angry.

“Well?” I encouraged. “What are you waiting for?”

His brows knit together. “For real? You’re just going to take my word for it?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“Oh, come on, Freya.” His voice was scolding. “That sounds like a classic Sandee thing to do. All instinct, no brains. You’re supposed to be smart, right?”

Anger crackled through me, driving away my dreamy sexual buzz. “Well, thanks for reminding me. Just in time. You’re absolutely right. Get your hands off me.”

But Jed’s hands tightened on my waist. “No.”

I smacked his chest. “What the hell? Figure it out. You want me, you don’t want me. You give me an orgasm, then you lecture me. You’re giving me whiplash!”

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