Promises Linger (Promise Series) (44 page)

She was right behind him as he entered the room. No doubt high on indignation. A smile tugged. Sometimes the woman didn’t know when to quit.

He turned and scooped her into his arms when her momentum would have caused her to shoot on past. “There’s a point when you ought to pull back and regroup.”

There was nothing of the turbulence he expected to see on her face. Just a bone-deep satisfaction that softened the edge of her determined smile. “Why?”

Now there was a question he didn’t want to answer. “Because, sometimes, it helps you to see things clearer.”

She looped her arms around his neck. “And here I thought you were going to pout.”

“Men don’t pout.” They pounded walls, or even took advantage of sweet, misguided women, but they never pouted.

“I’m glad to hear it.” She snuggled closer. “Everything’s going to be fine, Asa. When you talk to Aaron, you’ll see.”

“And if I don’t?”

He felt her shrug all the way up his body. “It’ll still be fine.”

He wished he could be so sure. His body reacted predictably to the closeness of hers. His hands, instead of putting some distance between them like he told them to, encouraged her to arch so her hips matched his better. He really was sinking to an all-time low. He hummed as she snuggled closer. “You got something on your mind?”

“I thought a little distraction might be in order.”

Damn. When had she learned to purr like that?

“Distraction?” he asked. He tried to revive his honor, but, as fast as she was slipping buttons through the holes on his shirt and undershirt, he didn’t think honor stood a chance. Elizabeth could be mighty determined.

“All right, not a distraction.” She sighed in satisfaction as she spread his shirt and long johns off his shoulders. “More of a reminder.”

“Reminder?” That hoarse croak wasn’t much of a deterrent, but damn, she was a quick study when it came to pleasing him.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice strong and confident. “You’re in a strange mood. I don’t like it.”

“You figured seducing me would fix that?”

“Maybe.” She smiled a witchy smile that sent his blood surging through his veins. “But it will surely remind you where you belong.”

As if he needed reminding. He stroked her hair. Her bun slipped to the side. He undid a few of the hairpins as she pressed her lips dead center on his chest. Her hair tumbled down. Her tongue touched his flesh. His breath hissed between his teeth. He dropped his good intentions like a hot potato. “I should be reminding you that things don’t always work out like we plan.”

She kissed her way to his navel. “But?”

“But I’ve never been that long on honor.”

“Uh-huh.” She dipped her tongue into his belly button. His stomach jerked inward.

“Hey! That tickles.”

She grinned. He could feel her lips stretch across his stomach. “Sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry.” His hands, in direct contradiction to his words, were urging her to do it again.

“If you promise to be quiet, I’ll apologize.”

Her lips wandered further south.

“If you’re planning on what I think,” he croaked, “you’d best save your apologizing until I get a wall at my back.”

She shook her head emphatically. Her fingers worked the buttons on his denims. “You’re just going to have to stand tall, Mr. MacIntyre.”

The last button popped free. With a move he had no idea she knew, she slid his pants down his thighs. Her breath brushed his straining cock through his long johns, setting fires raging. “Because I’m not giving up until I get what I want.”

God help him, she sounded as stubbornly petulant as a kid refusing to leave a candy store. “I wouldn’t want to deprive you of something you like,” he countered.

Letting go of her hair, he unfastened the buttons on his long johns. He wished he could see her expression, but she was staring hard at his hands, her hands on her thighs, her fingertips twitching as if she wanted to be doing the job.

When he had the last button on his fly free, he cupped the back of her head in his hand. With the other, he eased his painfully hard cock into the light.

“Oh, my goodness.”

He hoped that note in her voice was awe. With steady pressure, he urged her forward. Her breath reached him first. Warm and moist, it blew over the sensitive head in a sensual caress. The vertebrae in her neck were a delicate ladder beneath his fingers. The flesh under her chin, soft as down as he applied pressure, tilting her head back.

The look she sent him was questioning.

“I want to see,” he explained. From this angle, he wouldn’t miss a thing.

“How do I do this right?”

He couldn’t believe she was turning shy after taking the bull by the horns. “I don’t think you can do this wrong.”

She sat back on her heels. “You don’t think?”

“I’m as green at this as you.”

Her small smile told him that pleased her to no end. “Do you like it when I touch you?”

“He’d be mighty grateful.”

She ran two fingers down his shaft, stopping when they collided with his fingers.

“He?”

He shrugged. “Nothing that ugly could be female.”

“Oh, he’s not ugly.” She stroked him again, her voice as soft as her touch. A featherlight caress that had him gritting his teeth. She paused again when she reached his hand. “Does he have a name?”

He slid his hand over hers, showing her he liked a bit more pressure. “Johnny.”

“Why Johnny?”

“Cause when I was of an age to be naming things, he had a tendency to be always jumping up.”

He couldn’t believe how good her laugh felt against his skin.

She leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock. “Hello, Johnny.”

He shuddered as fire shot down his shaft and spread like a conflagration up his spine. Sheer pleasure drew his balls tight.

The smile she gave him left him in no doubt that she knew what she was doing to him. A drop of pre-come beaded the tip of his penis.

Elizabeth eyed it speculatively. “You liked that.”

“Yeah.”

His reward was a squeeze of her hand. “I could do it again.”

He had to struggle to find his voice. When he found the words, they came out as more growl than drawl. “We’d be obliged.”

This time, the kiss wasn’t so chaste. This time, she used her tongue, sweeping it around the swollen crest, lapping up all the creamy moisture she found there. When she pulled back, her expression was considering.

Though he knew he might regret it, he had to ask, “What?”

“You taste good.” She ran her tongue over her lips as if searching for more. The expressions that crossed her face traveled the distance from surprise to interest.

It was the interest that had him throbbing in her hand.

Shit! She was going to kill him for sure.

“What else would you like?” she asked.

Now, that was a loaded question. Another bead of come appeared on the head of his penis. As much as he loved the feel of her tongue lapping him with the delicacy of a cat, he had another fantasy he’d like played out.

When she would have leaned forward, he forestalled her. “Wait.”

He didn’t answer the question in her eyes with words. Using his hands on her shoulders to keep her still, he leaned forward until the tip of his penis brushed her lips. When she would have parted them. He shook his head. “Just stay still.”

Using the lush curves as a guide, and using only the tip of his cock as a brush, he painted her pouting lips with his pre-come, taking great care to cover every inch of that exotic mouth with his essence. All the while, she watched his expression with those big, unfathomable eyes. When he was done, her lips glistened and her breath came in short pants.

Lord above, she was a gorgeous sight with his come on her lips, her hair curling about her face and her dress buttoned prim and proper to her chin. And selfish bastard that he was, he wanted more.

“Unbutton your dress,” he ordered.

She cast a quick glance at the window.

“No one can see,” he assured her. “I want to see your breasts while I fuck your face.” Leaning forward, he smoothed another drop on her generous lips.

The sensation was exquisite. Like fire encased in luxurious silk. He only lasted until her fingers got the fifth button free before he pushed forward. There was an awkward bump on her teeth as she struggled to open wide enough to admit his cock, and then he was buried in the molten heat of her mouth.

He closed his eyes against the need to pump hard and deep and moaned, “God, darlin’, your mouth feels good.”

Her hands settled to the backs of his thighs. She flicked him with her tongue, by accident or design, he didn’t know. His body didn’t care. His knees went week. His palms fell flat back against the wall. He braced his weight on his forearms while she suckled his cock.

He tried to hold still, to let her adjust to his size and presence, but the soft swirls of her tongue over his sensitive flesh had his balls on fire. He had to move.

His sudden surge into her mouth caught Elizabeth by surprise. One moment she was pleasantly sucking on the tip of his cock, and the next, she was struggling to breathe as his huge cock forced her jaws wide and hit the back of her throat. She gagged. He groaned, pushed deeper, and then withdrew. He pulled back until his cock pulsed against the inner lining of her lips.

“You okay?”

She took a breath through her nose and nodded.

Before she finished the gesture, he pushed forward again. She tried to slow his progress, but the power of his hips slid his cock inexorably deeper until he once again hit the back of her throat. This time, she was better prepared. She struggled not to gag. As he held his cock there, she rolled her tongue over the smooth, salty skin. Her lips tingled where he’d brushed them. Her pussy burned and moistened. Her breasts ached.

Almost helplessly, she felt him move. Her jaws ached to take this much of him, but she wanted more. She wanted all of him. She dug her fingers into the back of his thighs and pulled him toward her.

“You want more?” The question came from above her head.

With her mouth stuffed full of his cock, she couldn’t speak or nod. But she could entreat with her eyes.

One big hand swung around to cup her taut cheek. His thumb traced the corner of her mouth. Tiny nerve endings she didn’t know she had shivered with delight. Her eyes closed. Her pussy flooded with creamy moisture. She clenched her thighs to control the throbbing between them.

“I don’t know.” He stroked the tight skin with his thumb. Once. Twice. His voice was gravely with his need. “I don’t know if this sweet mouth can hold anymore.”

She curved her tongue around as much of his cock as she could. She worked it back and forth before she started sucking. All the while she watched his eyes. They went from light to dark. From open to slumberous before his head fell back and he conceded defeat, responding to the demands of her hands, sliding his cock in and out of her eager mouth at the pace she wanted. At the depth she wanted. Giving her control. Giving her pleasure.

“I want to see your breasts.”

It was an order and a plea. Releasing his thighs, she balanced on her knees and let him set the pace while she undid the last four buttons of her blouse. His cock almost slipped from her mouth as she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, but with a twist of his hips, he maintained the connection. She pulled the lace-edged camisole down so it tucked under her corseted breasts, pushing them higher.

“Cup them in your hands,” he whispered, shoving his cock in as far as he could and holding it. The flared head throbbed against her throat. Elizabeth struggled to breathe through her nose as her aching jaws stretched further. She cupped both breasts in her hands, shivering at the darts of fire that raced down her spine.

“Roll and pinch your nipples between your fingers.”

She did, lightly at first, but as his cock picked up the pace and his breath came short and hard, it wasn’t enough.

“God, you look gorgeous,” Asa murmured, burying his fingers in her hair, holding her head still for the rampant pillaging of his cock.

Nerve endings in her breasts seemed directly connected to the area throbbing between her legs. The harder she pinched, the better it felt. Soon, she was tugging and squeezing as hard as she could as his cock wildly pounded her throat. His hands in her hair pulled her face harder into the thrust of his hips. The sensation was both torment and pleasure. On the last thrust, his cock popped through the resistance of her throat, sliding deep. There was nothing she could do to prevent it. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t resist. All she could do was relax her throat and try to take it all as, suddenly, his cock throbbed and then spurted. Again and again. She swallowed all of his creamy essence, unable to get enough of his uniquely masculine flavor. Finally, after an eternity, he pulled back until he only filled her mouth. She sucked deep breaths through her nose. His hands dipped to her breasts. His fingers replaced hers. Another silky spurt of fluid coated her tongue as he started working her nipples.