When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine 2)

Stark longing overwhelmed her. No retort came to her as he guided her to her knees.

Part III: When You Tease Me

Chapter Five

The feeling of her small hand sliding along his cock through his pants made his entire body coil tight with lust. He hadn’t realized until that moment when she teased him with a touch that was both knowledgeable and hesitant at once—he would have said shy, but that term couldn’t apply to Elise—how much lust he’d been trapping inside muscle, blood, and bone. Her touch liberated it. It roared in his veins, until even if Ian Noble had walked into the room at that very moment and accused him of some heinous crime, Lucien couldn’t have stopped. Not while Elise’s flavor lingered on this tongue.

His fingers sunk into her hair, thrilling to the silky feeling of the cool, loose waves caressing his skin, his breath stinging in his lungs as she unfastened his pants. He stroked the warm satin of her cheek and clamped his eyes shut at the sensation of her hand enclosing his shaft a moment later. Surely she didn’t tremble? Then she stroked his naked flesh, and her caress was sure. Expert. He saw red behind his eyelids. His hand transferred to her shoulder, the thin material of her dress allowing him to feel her delicate bone structure and the heat of her skin. She flicked her fingers at the rim beneath the head of his cock—quick, concise. She wrapped her small hand around his girth and whimpered. The combination ripped through him like a blade. His cock lurched viciously.

He urged her downward. She sunk before him like a silent dream come true in the darkness.

She placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He cupped his balls in his hands, lifting them slightly and wincing in acute arousal, before he slid his hand below his shaft, lifting himself out of his clothing until he felt her warm breath mist the sensitive head. For a split second, neither of them moved, but he felt her focus on him, shared her tension.

Her warm, parted lips caressed him, making him shudder. She slid him into her warm, humid depths, her mouth eye-crossingly precise.

“Elise,” he muttered roughly. He furrowed his fingers into her hair, spreading them until he palmed the back of her head. She bathed the straining head—such a ready, nimble tongue—and cupped his balls before she sucked him farther into her mouth. Her low purr of satisfaction vibrated into his flesh, making him hiss in pleasure. She gently molded his testicles to her palm and urged him with her touch and suck. Her clamping lips moved like a piston at midstaff, taking him deeper slowly . . . surely, sliding farther and farther down his shaft.

He wished to God he could watch her but was just as fervently thankful he couldn’t. He recalled that brief flash of her sucking Hugh Langier so expertly and knew the vision of her doing the same to him would pull his trigger . . . end this nirvanic moment long before he was ready.

No, he wouldn’t think about Langier now. Elise was all his for this stolen moment in the darkness. He wouldn’t share her, not even with a memory.

She slid him along her tongue until he felt the muscular, rigid ring of her throat enclose the tip of his cock. His groan raked at his larynx, his fingers tightened on her skull. Suddenly she was ducking back and forth, treating him to a series of tight, fluid, rapid strokes. His eyes sprang wide. She took him farther this time, deeper, her palpable eagerness making him clench his teeth in raw lust. She gagged when he entered her throat, but immediately controlled the reflex, keeping him lodged deep.

He made a choking sound and slid out of her throat. Damn her, the little hellion . . . always pushing . . . always testing.

“Keep still,” he said, his voice sounding rougher than he’d intended due to splintering restraint. He tightened his hold on her skull, preventing her from ducking her head forward when she tried. He slid the fingers of his other hand through her hair, immobilizing her when she tried to take him deeper. She whimpered, and he grimaced at the erotic sensation vibrating along his shaft.

He had given in to his desire for her, but she would not rule him in this. “I will control the movements until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”

Her tongue flicked along the underside of his shaft. He tightened his hold on her head. “You little tease,” he muttered. He flexed his hips and fucked her tightly clamped lips for several delicious moments. Ah yes, this was what he needed: to gain supremacy over this clawing need, to give in to his lust at his own rate and preference. She hummed in pleasure, and he paused, gritting his teeth.

“I didn’t tell you to hum, did I?” he challenged quietly.

For a moment, she didn’t move, but then she twisted her chin from left to right, bringing his cock with her.

He was glad she couldn’t see his small smile. She was exquisite. It was going to be such sweet agony to tame her. He began to pulse between her lips again while she sucked, sending spikes of sharp pleasure up his spine. “Now I’m telling you to, ma fifille,” he said. “Hum for me.”

She groaned along his shaft, and then softened to a satisfied purr as he flexed his hips, using her mouth for his pleasure. God, it felt good. Her fingertips moved along his hips. The waistband of his boxer briefs had stretched down over part of his ass. The sensation of her fingers sliding beneath the band and stroking his flexing buttocks nearly made him come then and there. Something about her stroking his ass so gently as he pumped with force struck him as potently erotic. He couldn’t survive much longer in the midst of this taut, electric bliss.

“Use your hand,” he instructed, lust ruling his tongue now, not reason. Her small, strong fist pumping the base of his cock while he fucked her mouth was a sinful heaven a man could survive in only for so long. “You little witch,” he accused fondly, the words blistering his tongue as he gave himself to her. He flexed, once again feeling the exquisite sensation of her throat enclosing his cock. She flinched and he started to withdraw, but then she recovered and took him impossibly deeper.