Falling In (26 page)

Chapter 38

Dynamism

A style of play in which the activity of the pieces is favored over the position

The next few days passed much the same. Lucian worked while Evelyn watched television. She visited the salon on days he had other obligations. He purchased her a laptop, but she didn't show much interest in the Internet. He assumed she didn't really have computer experience, so he showed her how to play games like Scrabble, but again, she didn't seem interested. For some reason he suspected it made her uncomfortable, so he didn't push.

There was a change since he'd discovered what Evelyn's life outside of his world was truly like. Perhaps he'd become more attuned to her or perhaps she'd given up on keeping so many secrets. He understood the weariness he sometimes saw in her. There was a tiredness about her that came, not with the excursion of a day, but with the unending battle that had been her life.

It seemed an unspoken agreement that she'd take some time to simply be. He'd notified Tamara Jones of Evelyn's leave of absence and assured the manager that—when Evelyn was ready to return to work—she would. He preferred her home, so he hadn't pressed the subject. It was clear she needed this time and he was happy to provide it.

They often had breakfast in the condo and dined in the restaurant for lunch. In the evenings, they either ordered in and played chess or he took her somewhere in the city. After offering to take Evelyn to a local club, she admitted that she didn't know how to dance. He arranged to have a teacher come in twice a week for private lessons in one of the Patras ballrooms.

There were quiet moments here and there when a sadness stole over her eyes, so hopeless, it disarmed him. She'd admitted to missing Pearl, something he couldn't quite comprehend, but empathized with all the same. He never denied her the chance to call or visit her mother, but she seemed reluctant to take that step. He assumed she just needed a little more time.

He'd gotten reports from the facility regularly about Pearl's slow progress and that seemed to satisfy Evelyn to some degree. He knew she missed her mom, but visiting her, she explained, wouldn't take that longing away. He finally was beginning to understand that, while Pearl lived, Evelyn's mother was gone. She was mourning and afraid to hope for more.

After the past few weeks, Evelyn was emotionally tender. He enjoyed the moments her feistiness showed, liking that challenging, playful side of her, but he also valued her softer side, which shared whispered confessions about her past and fears for the future.

They made love regularly. Evelyn was developing her own addiction to sex, which pleased him greatly. Lucian took great joy in those moments when he caught her gazing at him with bashful need. It amused him to press her buttons in those moments and tease her into confessing what it was she wanted. Just thinking about it made him hard with lust.

She sashayed by his desk, eating an apple and wearing a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants and one of his dress shirts. He turned and grabbed her hips, halting her progress and pulling her onto his lap. His hands wandered over her curves. Guiding her hand to his mouth, he bit into the juicy fruit.

She sighed and snuggled into his hold. He cupped her breast through her shirt and slid his other hand between her legs. She squirmed and pulled away from his touch.

He frowned and pulled her back. “What's wrong? Are you sore?” She lowered her face and looked away. “Evelyn, answer me. Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

He turned her chin until she met his gaze. “Then what is it?”

She sighed. “I'm getting my period.”

Lucian's mouth opened and shut. A million thoughts occurred to him at once. Most prominent, however, was the realization that she wasn't pregnant. Disappointment bloomed within him and he tried to hide it.

“Oh, well, that's okay.” Something else seemed to be on her mind. “What else is bothering you?”

His hands gently massaged her thighs and she relaxed again. “It occurred to me that we haven't been very responsible as far as . . .”

“Birth control?” he offered grudgingly.

She nodded.

“Well, we should talk about that.”

“I like not having anything between us,” she admitted. “But I don't really know much about our other options.”

“Are you opposed to using nothing?” He had to ask.

She pursed her lips and frowned at him. “Lucian. Be serious.”

Okay, definitely not ready for that.

“Okay, well, how about if I make you an appointment with Vivian? The last time I talked to her she mentioned wanting to see you again.”

“Do you think I should?”

His heart clenched at her question. Every time Evelyn placed trust in his guidance, they were one step closer to where he needed them to be. “I'll make the appointment and we'll go together.”

Later that night as they went to bed, Evelyn was in rare form. She huffed and batted at the covers and tossed and turned. Finally, he pulled her close and held her. “What's the matter, Evelyn?”

“You turned me into a sex addict!” She accused and he laughed. He cupped her breast and massaged her gently. “Don't.”

Reflexively, his fingers pinched on her nipple, a fast reprimand. “Excuse me?”

“Lucian,” she huffed, turning to face him. “Nothing can come of that, so don't torture us.”

Drawing in a deep breath, his gaze smoldering into hers with challenge, he whispered, “Evelyn, if I want to fuck you, I will.” Before she could argue, he added, “I'm respecting your need for space right now. Tell me no again, and I'll do as I please.”

Her lip trembled and he could read the challenge in her eyes. She whispered, “No, you won't.”

She gasped and Lucian had her pinned beneath him the second she mistook his promise for a bluff. His finger pressed through her cotton pants and zeroed in on the tight ring of her ass. “Try me, Evelyn. There are plenty of ways for me to fuck you. I could put my cock in this tight little ass of yours or I could fuck your mouth.”

She panted. She was excited and sexually frustrated, but he also noted a bit of reluctance and fear in her eyes. Not of him, but of the unknown.

“Is that what you want?” he asked smoothly, applying a bit of pressure to her bottom.

Her excitement was building. She was getting aroused.

“I don't think you're ready to take me here, but perhaps you're ready to take me orally. How does the thought of my cock in your mouth make you feel, because it makes me damn hard imagining those pretty lips of yours stretching wide to accommodate me.”

Her breath hitched and he removed his hand from her ass and pinched her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her cotton tank top.

“I could also fuck these pretty tits.” He ground his erection into her. “As a matter of fact, all this challenging talk has made me decide I
will
fuck you. I'll be gracious and let you choose where.”

Her pupils dilated and a needy moan left her lips as he ground himself into her again. “I want you in my mouth,” she whispered, and he smiled slowly at her acquiescence to his authority over her body.

“Very good, Evelyn. Remove your shirt so I can look at you.”

She nodded and pulled her shirt off.

“I want you to enjoy giving me pleasure as much as I enjoy giving it to you.” Lucian gently held her chin and ran his finger under her full lip. “You okay with this, Evelyn?” He gave her an opportunity to voice any concerns. “I want you to know you can always tell me when something makes you uncomfortable. I expect you to confess
all
of your concerns to me.”

“I'm okay. I want to do this to you. I'm excited.”

Pride welled up inside of him, plumping his cock another inch. “Good girl. You make me very happy.”

He eased her into a sitting position and then helped her off the bed.

“I want you on your knees. It'll be easier than having me over you.”

Lucian dropped a plush pillow onto the floor, and she lowered gracefully to the ground. He looked into her upturned face and said, “I never want you to tolerate or do anything you aren't comfortable with. When we do things and you're in a position that doesn't allow you to speak, you still need to communicate with me.

“If I ask you if everything's okay, I expect you to answer me, vocally or otherwise. When you can't vocalize, this will be our sign for okay.” He formed a V with his index and middle finger, mimicking a peace sign.

“If you need a time out, you'll cross your fingers like this, which is sign language for the letter
T
.
T
for time. If you want whatever's happening to stop altogether, you'll use the universal signal for stop by splaying all five fingers wide. Do you understand?”

“Why can't I just pull away?”

“That won't always be an option.”

She drew a deep breath and shivered.

“Are you still okay with my conditions?”

“Yes.”

“Do they frighten you? Be honest.”

A deep pink flush climbed from her breasts to her ears. “No. It excites me. Does that make me a deviant?”

“No, it makes your lover one.” He laughed and in a more serious voice said, “Evelyn, so long as it's safe, sane, and consensual we aren't doing anything wrong. There's no shame here. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Good. And when I do this,” he gently tapped her throat twice with two fingers. “That's your signal that I'm going to come so that you can prepare.” They ran through each signal a few times until he was sure she understood.

“Are you wet, Evelyn?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

“Good.” He took her hand. “Feel how I take your finger into my mouth.”

He sucked her finger deep, curving his tongue along the bottom, and applying firm pressure. After thrusting her digit into his mouth a few times, he released her from his mouth. “That's how you'll take me, firm but gentle, deep and long. Are you ready?”

“Lucian, if you don't let me touch you soon I'm going to explode.”

His shoulders shook with laughter. Feeling his eyes crease with mirth, he whispered, “Undo my pants.”

She sat up eagerly. Her nimble fingers made fast work of the silk drawstrings at his waist. His pants loosened and fell to the ground in a puddle. He lifted his feet free, took his cock in hand, and stepped up to Evelyn. Her eyes were focused on his hand as he stroked over his flesh.

Brushing a hand over her hair and cupping the back of her head, he said, “Lick your lips.” She did. He painted her wet lips with a tear of come that seeped from the head of his cock. “Now lick them again. Good girl.” He watched her eyes widen at the taste of him, then tapped the weight of his dick on her lower lip. “Now open.”

Her lips parted, and he slowly fed his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. Taking gentle hold of her hair, he urged her forward. She pulled back the moment she felt uncomfortable with his depth, but eagerly drove forward again, building her tolerance. Her mouth felt fucking fantastic.

“That's it, baby, adjust to it. Get used to me being there, because I'll be back again real soon.”

She became bolder with each thrust. Her tongue experimented with swirls and her lips dabbled with different variations of suction. His toes curled into the carpet and he moaned when she did something he found especially pleasant. She was too careful to do anything unpleasant.

He kept a gentle grip on her hair. “Put your palms on my thighs for balance.”

After several minutes he said, “Now take me deep, as deep as you can.”

She drew a deep breath and sucked him almost to the back of her throat. It was exquisite.

“Now you'll do it again and this time I'm going to hold myself there for a few seconds. Trust me to know how long is too long and remember our signals.”

She nodded and he plunged deep. His grip tightened in her hair. Her eyes widened and then glazed with lust. He held himself at the back of her throat for only a second, then tugged her head back.

“Beautiful. Again.”

She became putty in his hands. She moaned as if she were vicariously experiencing his pleasure. Her fingers dug into his thighs as he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. Lucian shut his eyes for a moment, fighting back his climax. As he withdrew his cock, she leaned forward, reluctant to let it go, until his grip in her hair drew her up short.

“Who's in control, Evelyn?”

“You, Lucian.”

“Do you want to make me come?”

“Yes.”

“Then lower your hands and suck me deep as I fuck that pretty mouth. Give me control. Surrender. When I'm ready to come you'll lean back and I'll show you what you do to me.”

Her hands lowered, and her mouth opened a second before it was stuffed with his cock. Showing her what pleased him, he did not keep his touch gentle. Rather, he fisted her hair and pumped her hot mouth over his thrusting cock.

“God, you're fucking amazing,” he gritted. “Tighten your mouth. That's it. Now drag your tongue from side to side . . .” He moaned deep as his release powered from deep within him.

He tapped her throat twice. “Now, baby, now!”

She released him with a pop and threw her body back, bracing herself on her elbows.

“Watch me, Evelyn.”

Lucian gripped his cock hard and jerked as hot come jetted out in long ribbons and coated her tits. She gasped and watched his release mark her and dribble down her front.

She was crazed with lust, and he couldn't leave her in that condition. Dropping to his knees, he took her mouth hard. His fingers trailed over her sticky breasts, collecting his come, and reached into her pants.

She broke the kiss. “Lucian!”

“Hush. It's fine.”

His come-covered fingers found her clit and rubbed hard. He pressed into her bud, giving her the friction she needed. It only took a few firm strokes and she was coming. Her body quivered in his arms and he cradled her to his chest, kissing her shoulders, throat, and panting lips.