Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (9 page)

“Mmmm... what is that? Smells good… Am I going to get some?”

“Yep, it’s molten chocolate cake. I’ve some coffee perking now to have with it. Did you want a tour of the house while it brews?” Deven wanted to see her in his bedroom, see what she looked like in his personal space.

Deven stood to the side, looking at how well Charli fit in his house. The room was too dark for her bright persona, but she stood proud with her back ramrod straight. He didn’t know why she was so undeniably alluring to him, but she was. She had beauty in spades, and truthfully he had never dated an unattractive woman, but there was something deep within her that called to him. No other woman had bothered to learn what made him tick and if they had attempted to, would have been rudely rebuffed. Neither did any other woman challenge his intelligence as she did. Charli was a complete package of feminine perfection and masculine daring, more than enough woman to handle everything he could throw at her. He wanted to bend her face first in his sheets and sully the white she always loved to wear. She was too seductive, and he wanted her now. More than his next breath he wanted to taste her mouth as he stuffed her pussy with cock.

He walked behind her, and her back arched slightly. He barely saw it, but felt it. His next move was to splay one hand against the thin camisole she wore. She was braless and he used his thumb to skim along the curve of one breast. He rubbed the underside with the splayed digit, looking down at her. She was leaning into him with head canted back, and eyes closed. It was all he could do to watch the nipple pebble for him as he felt her belly tense. She bit her lip, sharp white teeth gnawing her skin.

Deven felt a groan emerge from her diaphragm. He wanted to touch her, taste her and please her senses. Maybe he could get rid of this empty feeling in his chest once he sated himself on her. He needed to glut on her until he was spent and replete from the burn of lust. He turned her to face him and kissed her, giving her all the heat he felt.

Deven was going to have her now. Backing her to the bed, he stripped her jacket. He tossed it in the floor and pulled the hat off. The knit cap went the same way as her jacket. She leaned back, falling onto the bed. He tugged her shoes and pants off next, chucking them away. Her panties, a white lace boy short, left him panting. He was torn as he wanted inside her, but wanted her wearing the panties when he did. The problem was solved as he probed at her concealed smooth wet sex, and his thick fingers ripped a hole through the crotch. His digits sank to the hilt inside her wet, fragrant warmth, and Charli chanted his name.

“Deven, please,” she asked beautifully, her hands grabbing at the invasion curling inside her.

The next moment had her canting her hips, rocking against his open palm. Her short hair wrapped her face, hiding her eyes from him. He wanted to see the large eyes filled with lust, and he used his free hand to smooth the strands away. She looked at him as he wished for, and her pupils expanded, turning the whole iris black. Deven stroked his hand down her face, her neck, until he reached a soft breast. He palmed it, pinching her nipple in the joint of two fingers before tugging it away from her chest, and she arched back.

The bend of her back was so deep, her entire upper body, save the crown of her head left the bed. He heard her grunt, teeth gritted, keeping the sound low and long. His fingers inside her silken wetness made slurping sounds, the copious juices heavy as cream. Her hands gripped him, her full strength no match for the large man she grasped. Her short nails clenched into his arms, and the barest addition of pressure would break the skin. He leaned over her, looking her in the eye.
 
When he opened his mouth and swallowed her next panting breath, she teased his tongue with her own. Sucking a soft lip in his mouth, he rocked his palm against her smooth skin covered in juices. With a flick of fingers the digits inside her pulsed against her spot, leaving her shuddering against him.

His fingers worked her, satisfied her. Deven felt her quicken inside, knew she was close to combusting. He increased the pressure, grinding. Charli cried out and he was glad that she couldn’t stop herself from making the needy sound. He refused to stop the pressure, and Charli shuddered and scrambled backwards. But she wasn’t going anywhere and he stopped her flight with one tug of his arms, forcing her to take all that he offered, not just some of it. While he watched her thrash under his plucking fingers and seeking mouth for more of his touch.

Deven listened to her scream and felt more satisfied than he did their first time. He loved hearing her come. Nothing was more erotic than this woman begging him, calling his name and pleading for more. He removed the fingers from her leaking orifice, and used them to cover his cock with a condom. His shoes were tossed aside, shorts and tee falling where they may. He fell over the panting, sweating woman, plunging half his cock inside her with the first stroke. She screamed again, and Dev gave her more, thrusting the rest of him home. She was wild beneath him, hips pistoning his. She clenched at the hard muscles of his shoulders and back, gaining no purchase. His flesh was slick and taut from lack of spare fat. He took the scrabbling digits, clutching them in one hand above her head. The other arm went behind her back, dragging her closer. She was captive to his lusts and could only throw her hips back at him. The delightful minx cocked her head, biting his arm, sucking the sweaty skin dry. He gritted his teeth and bucked into her spongy pussy harder.

* * * *

His thrusts, wild and snapping, slid Charli up the bed, begging for more. She tightened her legs, wrapping his hips before she gave in, letting him take her as he may. Every now and again, the head of him nudged her spot before butting the cervix. She could hear herself groaning but she was too gone to care. Even in the midst of the pleasure she could hear him panting, felt sweat splash her skin. He leaned closer, rolled with her, only to turn her ass up and give his cock back to her. She squealed, and he took both his arms, placing them beneath her. One gripped her shoulder, and the other her waist. She was 100 percent at his mercy, could barely thrust back at him. His fingers at her waist flicked in counterpoint to his rhythm, and her hips followed their guidance.

“Pixie, you feel so damn good.” The words were punctuated with dick, a handful of digging strokes that left her wordless.

“Ahh…” Her mouth was open in a semipermanent gape, which Deven kissed. There was no language to describe how she felt in the moment.

But he had plenty to speak on and verbalized every naughty and wicked thought that she could imagine. With each pass of cock he talked to her and made her wetter than ever.

He rewarded her cries with salacious praise. “That’s good, Charli. Scream for me again.” She always did. It was the only thing she could verbalize.

“Charli…” He punctuated her name with a hot bite below her ear. “So sexy…”

She lost count of the thrusts she parried with her hips all she knew was each stroke was sublime. He whispered in her ear, paying homage to her body with words Charli never thought would describe her. The peak he hurtled her into was a chasm so far away she thought she left her body behind. When she came to, Charli told herself that Deven was lucky that he didn’t have any neighbors otherwise the police might end up knocking at his door tonight.

Charli’s head drooped. She couldn’t take much more. Her vision was blurring, and her senses were playing tricks on her. Deven’s touch was devastating, as if she were in a full body cinch. She could hear heartbeats, hers and his. She could smell him, salt and sun, mingled with her floral fragrance and a dash of sexual musk. She was a spread feast for him and being plundered for all her booty. The thought made her laugh slightly, the sound was as exhausted as she felt, and hoarse from her pleas.

Deven gripped her cami and ripped it down the front, spilling her fully exposed to his hungry eyes peering from his bent head. The violence leashed with masculine control sent her spinning, and she came again. Her mouth opened wide, a long hoarse moan that lasted until she was breathless, and her womb clenched in long motions meant to milk her lover of seed. They worked, and Deven’s spent seed splashed the latex barrier, cock jerking inside her. Charli collapsed and folded into a crumpled heap in the bed.

He held her close, tugging her to him, back to chest. Her whole body was humming, the nerves singing a chorus. She lost every sense, her sight blurred, hearing was reduced to a buzzing of the air, and the only taste on her lips was Deven’s. She kept feeling ghost sensations, the air playing tricks on her, bringing back memories of his touch. She knew the room had to smell of sex, but the only thing she smelled was Deven.

The first minutes were awkward for her, she could count the number of times anyone slept alongside of her in bed. Of those, all were spent with Makenzie and those moments were when they were children. Somehow, he soothed her quivering and nervousness with sleek caresses over her skin. Charli had no idea what hit her and within moments was fast asleep. Her rest was dreamless and uninterrupted by nightmare or nocturnal longings for the first time in years.

Charli woke first and the bedside clock told her it was just after three a.m. She disengaged herself from the sleeping blond next to her, one limb at a time, taking the white tee discarded in the floor. She pulled the shirt over her torso and picked up a small patchwork quilt. Padding through the house, she grabbed her small purse and walked outside to the front porch. She lit a cigarette, taking deep inhalations, exhaling slowly. When the smoke was finished, she lit a half-smoked blunt she secreted in the cigarette pack. She took a few puffs, thinking on what she wanted to do. She didn’t know how to deal with the man she fucked tonight, how to distance herself from him. She didn’t know if she wanted to. Confused about her own desires, she looked at the sky, watching the stars twinkle above her.

* * * *

Deven woke a few moments after Charli left the room. He felt her slight weight leave the bed. He knew she wasn’t leaving, since she didn’t take her clothing and she didn’t call a cab. He knew he wanted her next to him, she was the reason he slept so well. All his adrenaline-filled activities were solely to make him crash and sleep. But lately he found even the most treacherous sports were not enough, and even after the burn of epinephrine left him, he was still awake, still wanting.

Before he met Charli last year, he’d even upped the game, and incorporated sex in his favorite extreme sports. There were days spent ascending mountains and nights spent fucking on the peaks. He went rock climbing, and screwed a woman before reaching their chosen plateau. That was one of his most fun escapades, being reliant on a rope and carabineers to hold him and another aloft. He even fucked while diving, which wasn’t as much fun as it sounded. The water was nice, but the options were limited, due to the masks and gear they each wore. Not to mention the water made the sex dry, washing away all the naturally occurring sex juices, and required too much lube.

Deven shrugged on a robe and walked the length of the house. He saw the door had been opened and looked out. Charli was seated on the rocking bench, smoking from what he could see of it. He opened the door, the smell telling him what she was indulging. He went to her seated on the rocking bench, looking in her eyes for regret or anger. He found neither, but the brown-eyed beauty looked confused.

“Good morning, pixie.”

“I told you I’m not a pixie, surfer boy.”

“That’s ‘surfer man’ to you, pixie.”

Charli swatted at him, treating him like a pesky fly. He took the blunt, puffing twice, and handed it back. She looked at him mouth gaped open.

“You think you’re the only person on earth that smokes?” Deven asked rhetorically.

“No, I made good money on folks that like to. Just didn’t expect you’d be one of them.”

“I like it all right sometimes. It’s something I normally do when I go home and visit Mom. But not daily, I just don’t love it that much.”

Charli had a dumbfounded look on her face as if she never imagined him as a smoker, and would have never guessed. Deven smiled at the thought of surprising her before picking her up, carrying her inside.

“But I’m still smoking Dev,” Charli complained, as they walked through the house.

“It’s too cool out tonight for you to be outside. There is a room you can use whenever you are here.” He took her to the left side of the house, opening the room designated as a study. He pulled out an ashtray and Zippo-type lighter. He opened a humidor and brought out two cigars. He offered her one and sat it to the side when she shook her head.

“Lemme finish this first.” Charli’s face said she would love to try the cigar.