Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

The mood was suddenly…awkward.

I did the only thing I knew to do at that moment. I let him lead. Taking the pills from the counter, I popped them in my mouth and downed the water. He knew I’d drank too much. It felt strange to be cared for in this way and yet I welcomed it. I stood watching him as he studied me. It looked like he was trying to figure out what to do with me.

“Maybe I’m just not going to be good at this,” I said, giving him an out. As much as he intrigued me, as much as I wanted another round with him, and as much as my time with him had been anything but boring, I had to admit I was acting a total fool. I was out of my element because, in a sense, we were dating.

“You are horrible at this.”

I grinned. “Thank you.”

“I like your south accent,” he said, taking a step forward.

“It’s southern,” I said, correcting him and then cursing myself for it. I held my hand up. “I’m going to bed before I say another word.” He smiled deep in reply. I paused, completely unsure of how this was supposed to go. I forced myself to think back to college when I was in my first adult relationship. He was nothing like Daniello. It took my ex the better part of a year to get sleeping over privileges. The dynamic between us then was completely different, and I was not cut out for it then or this…whatever the hell this was. I simply turned and headed toward my room to leave him to go as he pleased. Disheartened by the fact I would not be having spectacular sex and would most likely wake up alone and with a headache, I stripped to my panties and slipped into bed. I tossed for what seemed like an eternity, curious if Daniello was still in my condo. His suitcase was still beside my bed so I knew at some point he would return. Unless he’d decided I really wasn’t worth the trouble and made a beeline for the door. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame him.

I was so fucked up.

He hadn’t advanced on me sexually the way he had our last meeting. He hadn’t really tried. I pictured his naked body as he’d showered earlier and found myself writhing in bed. I tried to relax as the whiskey continued to course through me. Restlessness won as I wandered to my living room, slightly dazed to find him watching a muted CNN in my large lounger. I looked at the clock on my mantle and saw only an hour had passed since I’d attempted to fall asleep.

“You cannot sleep?” he asked, sensing my presence before I’d made it known. I kept my mouth shut as I circled his chair and saw his eyes light when he saw my dress or lack thereof. I stood there motionless, waiting for any sign from him that this, me, was something he still wanted. Nearly naked and vulnerable for a man for the first time in years, I stood waiting on something, anything.

He gave me nothing as his dark eyes met my green.

Complete opposites, nothing in common, nothing to bond with but our shared bodies, I gave in to the one thing we both wanted.

My intention was clear as I watched him watch me. Nipples peaking and sex clenching, I slowly knelt in front of him as he lifted his hand to cup my chin, rubbing a smooth thumb over my parted lips. I pulled on his jeans after unfastening them, and he lifted his hips to help me as his fat cock sprang free and stood proudly. I moaned and licked the tip of his thumb before diving to clench him betwee

n my lips. He let out a long puff of air as I sucked greedily, stroking every inch of him with my tongue. I looked up to watch his face tense and his dark eyes absorb my licks. I inhaled as his scent hit me, sucking harder, needing more of him, wanting more, craving his hands and his hunger. He gripped my hair hard and pushed me on him slightly in encouragement as he thrust his hips up and began to fuck my mouth. I felt the wetness slide out of me between my thighs and soak my panties as I swallowed him whole, willing him to come in my mouth. It wasn’t an apology, but it was as close as he was getting to one.

“Fucking mouth,” he hissed as he thrust his hips up hard before pulling me off of him and wrapping both hands around my neck, bringing me up to his waiting lips. We collided, tongues thrashing as I moaned into him, my bare breasts rubbing against his ready and soaked cock. Still locked in a kiss, I felt him move to the edge of the recliner, his legs encasing me as I remained kneeling before him. Limbs burning with need, I gripped his length between us and stroked. He pulled out of our kiss and grabbed my hips, lifting me from my knees and turning me away from him. Bending me over slightly with his hands, he rid me of my panties. I stood, legs parted in breathless anticipation.

“Perfect,” he growled as his finger tested then entered me slowly. I was lost in sensation as he once again gripped my hips, easing me into his lap and onto his rock hard cock. I gasped at the feeling of fullness as he impaled me inch by inch. Once completely seated, I felt his breath on my neck before I felt his tongue as it traveled from my neck to below my ear. He reached between my thighs and adjusted us so I was leaning back slightly and began to stroke my clit in slow circles. I was gasping repeatedly at every new sensation as he then reached around with his free hand and stroked my nipple. Trapped in a world of complete bliss, I moaned loudly as he began to move his hips, prompting me to do the same. Placing my arms on the side of the recliner, I lifted myself up and ground my hips as I lowered, meeting Daniello’s solid thrusts.

Whimpering and so completely full, I rested my head against his shoulder as his solid cock stretched me.

“You fit me now.” His voice was low and filled with threatening lust.

Unable to take all the sensation, I burst around him, gripping the hand on my clit and the one kneading my breast, encouraging them to move faster.

“You are good at this,” he complimented of my earlier comment as he started moving again, ignoring the limpness in my spent body and fucking me ruthlessly. I gripped the back of his head as he moved us forward so my feet were planted firmly on the floor.

“Ride my cock, Taylor.”

I pushed off with my feet as his arms slid around my waist and gripped me tightly. Moving furiously on his lap, I wasted myself on his thick dick, appreciating the sound of the rumble in his chest that led to the growl in his throat. I dug my nails into the flesh of his thighs as I rocked against him, the buildup burning through me. Arms still wrapped around me, his hand slid down my now slick body, his fingers teasing my pulsing clit.

“Again,” he murmured to my back before biting down hard just as I gave into his demand.

“Oh…fuck.” I detonated, washing us both in my orgasm. His grunt ripped through my body as I felt his dick harden and pulse out his release in hot spurts inside me.

In his tight embrace, I gained my wits and stiffened slightly. Sensing my retreat, he moved back on the recliner, taking me with him.

“Look at me,” he coaxed as I kept my head on his chest. “Taylor,” he warned, his thick accent covering my drying flesh in goose bumps. I braved a look at him and was completely captured when he gave me a small smile before claiming my lips in a kiss just as powerful as the one we’d shared before. Surprised and thoroughly confused, I kissed him back with as much fervor.

Our bodies still connected, his arms around me, I dove into him, my hands in his thick hair, my body warming as he kept our mouths connected. When we separated, foreheads touching and breaths heavy and rapid, I sighed. He laughed.

“Did that please you?” I asked with sarcasm and a small smile, my breath still escaping me in quick spurts.

He bit his bottom lip and studied me. My sex pulsed as I watched his face lit only by the TV, but couldn’t read his expression.

He turned me in his lap so I faced him fully and stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us to the bedroom.