Uncovering You 6: Deliverance (2 page)

“So hasty,” he murmurs, “and yet, so very vulnerable. Do you remember the first time we fucked, on the floor of the sunroom?” He smiles at the memory. “That was fun.”

I remember him forcing himself on me. I remember fighting against him, and fighting the act the entire time.

“That…” he says, leaning forward so that his body is hovering over mine, “was how I envisioned tonight. But…” his hand brushes my cheek softly, “I’m afraid it won’t be possible if you are willing.”

“This is ridiculous!” I say. My voice comes out halfway between a whimper and a plea. “Jeremy, just… just fuck me!”

“No.” His finger trails down the side of my neck. “Not yet. Not now. You want immediate gratification, Lilly. I intend to…make you wait.” He leans down and nips my neck. “To arouse you.” His mouth turns to my collarbone. “To make you… wet.”

When his jaw brushes over my breast, and he takes one nipple in his mouth, giving a sharp bite, it’s all I can do not to cry out. I want him inside me so bad it hurts. But, for some perverse reason, the man seems newly opposed to the idea.

He looks up at me. “Your breasts taste divine,” he says. Then he continues working his way down my body. His head moves down my midline, over my navel, and to my very inflamed, very receptive core. “But I bet you taste even better down here.”

I moan and arch into him as he laps his tongue once over my clit. That brief touch elicits the most electric sensation. All my nerves are already fried. Yet, he’s only just begun!

He parts me with two fingers and moves his tongue up in a smooth, slow motion.

“Oh my God.” I close my eyes and let my head fall back. “Oh my God, Jeremy! I can’t take it.”

“I know how to treat my women,” he says. Before I can take issue with the implication, his tongue is back, continuing its rhythmic, slow exploration of my folds.

Every lick is heavenly. It’s not the harsh, angry finger-fuck from against the wall. This is slow and sensual. It’s not what I would have expected, even a few minutes ago. It’s like nothing I could have expected when I was with him in the cab.

But I know that Jeremy can shift moods on a dime. If he wants to be the slow and caring lover, well, I can’t change that.

It just pisses me off that, right now, I want it hard and fast.

Another stroke up my cleft. All the air leaves my lungs in a rush. I can feel the familiar tingle of an oncoming orgasm building in the distance.

Jeremy’s fingers join in. He brings one inside me and pulls it out, slow and steady, matching the rhythmic lapping of his tongue. Another comes into the fold, and then a third, making me feel deliciously stretched.

The pressure continues to build within me, promising to coalesce into the most wonderful climax I’ve experienced with the man.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t know what I was asking when I told him I wanted to be fucked. Maybe slow and gentle and steady is just what I needed—

My eyes pop open. It has nothing to do with what Jeremy is doing down there. They open because of the last thought:
Could Jeremy actually be putting my needs ahead of his? Could he be doing that… right now?

Could that be the explanation behind “not having enough tension”?

Could he have shifted from Stonehart to Jeremy, right before me, of his own accord?

The climax crashes, washing away conscious thought. I’ve ruined it partly by my shift in focus. But, it still feels marvelous because of what it represents. The emergence of the Stonehart persona in the cab had me worried—supremely worried—about how far we might have regressed. But this… this wonderful shift, spurred by the man’s own changing desires… makes me believe that I might have put too little trust in Jeremy’s confession the night he took the collar off.

Maybe he really
was
being sincere. Maybe that was him opening up, for real, and—again, for real—admitting his feelings to me and revealing the person he is underneath.

Maybe. I don’t have the time, energy, or desire to read too much into it now. As I float back to earth, I just know that, wherever things go in the future, I’ll be facing them with a new perspective.

Jeremy looks at me through hooded eyes. Lust is still clear on his face. As it should be. I’ve gotten mine. I haven’t given him his yet.

“My turn,” I say, pushing myself up. My body is thrumming from the vestiges of the last orgasm. But, the promise of more has me ready to keep going.

“Lie back,” Jeremy commands. “I’m not done with you.”

“Oh, no!” I give him my best seductive stare. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn to return the favor.”

A dark look crosses his face. The next moment I’m pressing my body up against his, gripping his shoulders, kissing him hard. He sits back, supporting himself on the mattress with one hand. I crawl into his lap. I feel the hard shape of his erection beneath me. As we kiss, I start to grind my hips back and forth over the tented fabric.

Jeremy groans. I’m not opposed to deriving a little pleasure from the back and forth motion of my hips, either. I’m sensitive and raw. But, there’s something so naughty about dry-humping him this way. I’m willing to ignore the slight discomfort.

“Dammit, Lilly,” Jeremy growls. “That feels…
Fuck
!”

I smile and press both palms against his chest. He’s stronger than I am and can easily resist. But, he gets the message. His back hits the bed and now I’m the one straddling him.

Our eyes meet. There’s still a trace of leftover aggression in his, still a touch of that ever-present dominance. However, there’s also an unexpected softness. When he looks at me, from the prone position beneath me on the bed, I think I catch a glimpse of…
vulnerability
.

I never thought I’d see it in Jeremy Stonehart—not after everything he’s put me through. Maybe I’m reading way too much into a single gaze. Maybe I’m just as lost and seduced by the ethereal shift that this moment has taken. But, somewhere, deep inside, I think that I might be getting through to him. I might—and this was unfathomable, even a week ago—actually be changing him.

Or, it could be the hormones talking. God knows my head isn’t on straight at the moment. I should probably just stop thinking, quit analyzing, and lose myself in the night with him.

But his eyes… his face… his strong, masculine features, which are given an extra depth, somehow, in the near pitch-black darkness of the bedroom . . . what I see in them is not something I can simply dismiss.

Nothing’s changed, of course. The warning he gave me in the car still stands. The meeting with Fey, and her mother, tomorrow, could still have disastrous consequences for me.

I’m not concerned with that. All I know, all I
feel
, is that somehow, somewhere, along the way from Stonehart shoving me against the wall and demanding that I give him sex, to now, when he’s looking up at me in that unexpectedly tender and warm way, he’s reverted to Jeremy.

The transformation happened right before my eyes, and, though subtle, I can tell there
is
a difference.

His hands circle my waist. I keep moving my hips, gyrating them around in slow, sensual circles. The fabric of his pants feels rough against my skin. I can feel his cock straining against the confines of the pants. Desire pools on his face.

“You took your time with me,” I say, shooting him a look. I run my hands over the firm ridges of his body, loving the way his abs tighten under my fingers with every breath. “I think, maybe, it’s my turn to do the same to you.”

I bend down and kiss him. He reciprocates instantly, holding nothing back. His tongue explores my mouth, curling at the corner of my lips in that seductive motion he’s made me a slave to.

I start moving my mouth down his body, exploring the hard firmness of his muscles with my tongue. Kiss, kiss,
nip
. Down his neck. Kiss, kiss,
nip
. Over his stomach. Kiss, kiss,
nip
. Back to his chest, gripping his nipple in my teeth and tugging back like he did to me.

“Lilly—”

I fling my head up, making my hair fly away from my face. Jeremy sounds hoarse, his voice threaded with desire.

I don’t say anything. Instead, I continue my exploration of his body with my mouth. I scrape my teeth over the midline of his abs, dipping up and down the subtle edges of muscle. I bite and pull on his skin, continuing to work my way lower and lower.

My mouth reaches his belt buckle. I trace it with my tongue, and then spread my palms on either side of his crotch. I bring my head down and nuzzle my face against his erection.

“Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. “You’re such… a… fucking… tease.”

His sentence is broken into fragments by every sweep I make over him.

“You’re the one who still has his pants on,” I tell him. “But, I think I know how to fix that.”

By now, I’ve cooled down enough from the high of the previous climax that I am certainly ready for him again. No! I’m way past being ready. I am fired up, aching, and needy. The façade I put up about going slow holds no sway over me anymore.

It’s time to get to what we both so desperately want.

My hands fly to unzip his pants. Jeremy makes a sound of mixed pleasure and relief as his cock springs free. It’s thick, hard, and pounding with blood. It’s so close to my face that I can feel the heat it gives off.

“You went down on me,” I say. “Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Jeremy’s body strains as he lifts his head up to look at me. I maintain eye contact, offering a shy smile… and then lick once up the side of his cock.

He shudders and falls back. I’ve never willingly taken him in my mouth before. It’s always been forced on me--either in his office or in the dark or somewhere else meant to be demeaning.

As a way for me to retain some of my dignity, I never gave head with my full intent.

But I do now. My lips curl around him and I draw him deep into my mouth. I suck over the tip, tracing my tongue down to the ridge of the head. I brush my fingers lightly over his balls, and then lick up and down the underside of his penis, over the thick, pulsing veins. He moans in deep pleasure.

I start to suck and lick and stroke him with my hands. I’m rewarded by the renewed, nearly desperate groans that Jeremy starts making above me.

If he knew that I had held back before… but, he’s no idiot. Of course he’d know that there’s a difference between forced sex and consensual sex.

“Fuck, woman,” Jeremy growls. He digs his hands into my hair to guide my movements. I let him take over, the sloshy noises sounding supremely dirty. Once, they would have filled me with disgust. Now, all they do is arouse me.

Jeremy’s cock hits the back of my throat, again and again and again. He starts pumping his hips into me, almost making me gag. I keep going, determined not to falter now. I can feel his cock straining, growing even bigger. I suspect he’s getting close. I want his release inside my mouth. I want to feel the heat of his cum and know that I am the one who made him climax. That I am the one who made him lose his mind.

“Lilly…,” he pants. ”Fuck, Lilly . . . just . . . Fuck!”

He roars and comes. His orgasm is punctuated by a series of rolling shudders that take control of his body. Both his hands clamp into my hair and he holds my head tight to him.

He relents. I lift my head and look up at him. His whole body is gleaming with sweat, the trimmed hairs on his chest glistening with those glorious drops. I make sure he’s watching as I collect the bit of semen leaking down my chin and bring it into my mouth to suck it dry.

I swallow. A new wave of arousal hits me as I see the look in Jeremy’s eyes. Doing it like this . . . accepting any man like this . . . is something that has always felt so taboo, so far outside my comfort zone. I never even imagined myself doing it willingly. But, tonight, with Jeremy … well, something wild and undeniable has taken hold of me.

It’s transformed me into someone else. No! It’s transformed me into someone I never thought myself
possible
of being.

A sexual deviant? Perhaps not. Well, perhaps, not
yet
. But if I’m ever going to go down that path, this type of enjoyment certainly feels like the first step.

And we haven’t even had intercourse yet.

I rest my face against his thigh. He starts to stroke my hair. It’s a gentle touch. We stay like that, together, each lost in our own thoughts.

Then Jeremy’s cock starts to twitch to life again.

“So soon?” I ask, unable to hide a smirk.

“Unless you’re opposed,” he says. But I know he doesn’t mean that. Even if I
were
opposed, his quickly-thickening shaft would need relief somehow. And I’m definitely still aching for more.

“Hell no,” I say. “But let’s get properly naked first.”

Those words spark something raw in both of us.

Jeremy scrambles up and pins me to the bed. The energy is back; the languidity, gone. Passion and excitement and sweltering heat cackles through the air. He kisses me, and I moan into his mouth as his cock pressed into my cleft.

Hastily, I reach down to strip his pants all the way off, squeezing his perfect ass as I do. He helps me, shifting out of the last piece of clothing he has on from the evening. He pulls me up, and I lift my hands as he tugs the thin sliver of a dress over my head.

Then our mouths are joined again. Our tongues clash in an intoxicating mix of passion and desire and animal lust.

Jeremy falls on top of me. I scissor my legs around his back and try to spin us over so that I’m straddling him. He resists the change of position with frustratingly little difficulty.

“Oh no,” he rumbles in my ear. “When we fuck, we’re going to fuck on
my terms
.”

The last two words come as an almost-savage growl. “I’m going to do you hard and fast, Lilly-flower.” He angles his hips so that his shaft presses against my belly. Heat spreads through my body at the delicious touch.