Hour of the Lion, Cherise Sinclair [good story books to read TXT] 📗

one hand, he gripped her knee firmly, keeping her open. With his other, he toyed with her nipples.

Her head spun with the sensations. His mouth nibbling, biting, sucking, licking. His fingers circling, pinching, stroking. Then he moved his hand from her breast to her pussy. One finger slid inside her. She was so very wet, yet she could feel each knuckle as it entered. Her hips rose.

He slowed, his tongue moving away from her center, leaving her tight, wanting, and she made a whimpering noise. His teeth nibbled on her thigh before he returned, and she realized, in this, as in everything, he was totally focused, careful. In control.

His tongue swept back over her, reawakening the nerves with a rush. He circled her core, rousing her until she was so ready, so ready...and then moving. Everything merged; every cell in her skin was sensitized, waiting for the next touch, the next lick. She bowed upward, all her muscles tight.

"Not yet, cariad." His breath puffed over her engorged clit as his finger moved slowly in and out, until her insides throbbed with need.

She whimpered, hands fisting at her sides as she fought not to move, not to grab his hair.

She stared down at him and saw he watched her in return. Pulling his finger out, he pushed in two, filling her more fully, stretching her slightly, his eyes intent on her face.

"God, Calum," she whined, teetering on the edge. Needing more…just a little more…her clit so tight that it ached. "Oh please." Please, please, please.

"Yes, I think now." His mouth came down on her fully, lips closing around her clit. He sucked, gently, then hard as his fingers drove into her. Once, twice.

Her senses exploded in brutal waves of pleasure, the dark ceiling turning bright white. Her hips tried to buck against his restraining hand, and ruthlessly he held her in place, licking gently over her clit, sending spasm after spasm of sensation through her.

Her heart hammered until she thought she‘d choke with it. "Oh God, stop…" When he finally released her, she felt as if a Bradley tank had run over her body.

A moment later, she blinked as he walked up to kiss her. She could taste herself on him as he savored her lips. Fondling her breasts, he took her mouth more deeply as if he could brand her with his kiss.

When he lifted his head, she smiled up at him and pushed herself up on her elbows. Naked.

He was still fully dressed. That was…a weird feeling. "That‘s quite a bartending skill, you have there," she said, trying for light.

"Thank you." He scooped her up off the bar like a glass of beer, ignoring her startled squeak. He walked toward the fireplace.

"Now, wait—" Fuck, she hadn‘t even thought about someone coming in. Where‘d her brains go? "Calum—"

He laid her, stomach-down, across the back of the couch. Her legs dangled, and her elbows rested on the cushions. Her butt stuck up in the air like a target. "What are you—"

"Be silent, little cat." He slapped her bottom, and the sharp sting zinged straight to her clit which sent up a demanding throb. She moaned.

"Ah. I had wondered if you‘d enjoy a little pain with your pleasure, cariad." His forearm across her low back, with his free hand he swatted her ass cheeks, his palm hard, the swats painful.

And yet, somehow the burning engulfed her pussy in dark need. A frightening feeling.

Panting, she squirmed, tried to kick.

"No kicking." She received a punishing blow that truly hurt and showed how much he was holding back. She groaned with the pain and the confusing pleasure.

His hand slid between her legs. "Ah, you are very wet. This is something Alec and I will enjoy exploring with you in the future. But for now…" She heard the slide of his zipper, and then he thrust into her so hard and fast that her breath whooshed out with a groan, and every nerve deep inside her joined in the pulsing chorus of need. When her legs kicked, he shoved his thighs against hers, his hips between her thighs.

He bent over her, his hard chest against her back. His groin rubbed her burning butt cheeks, the feeling disconcerting, hurting and yet pulling her deeper into need.

"Calum…please…"

"Let go, little cat," he murmured in her ear. "You cannot control everything—especially this." When he bit the back of her neck, his erection pressed even deeper, and shock waves coursed up her spine. Bent over the couch, she was helpless, could only mewl as he set up a hard, fast rhythm. His hand slid underneath her to massage her breasts, pulling on the nipples as he stroked into her, his cock so thick, it seemed to stretch her more with each thrust.

Her hands tightened on the cushions as the sensations increased, and then he straightened slightly. His fingers swirled in her wetness, making her wiggle. It felt so good, almost too much.

But then, his slickened hand slid between the cheeks of her butt, and one finger pressed on her asshole.

"Hey! No!" She tried to move, to escape.

He gripped her hip firmly. "Victoria, Alec and I would like to enjoy you here."

But but but. This was so not what she had in mind. She‘d considered it…maybe…way in the future. Certainly not now.

Now. His finger circled the rim, rousing odd sensations, and then pushed mercilessly inside.

Jesus fuck. A tremor ran through her as nerves sparked awake. The merciless way he held her, not letting her pull away, seemed to make her bones melt.

"Gently, little cat. Let your body get used to the feeling. After this, if you truly hate it, then we‘ll talk."

Her anus pulsed around the intrusion, and she felt…strange. Not just having a finger in her ass, but she‘d actually let him do it. Did she want him to push her?

He rubbed her ass cheeks lightly, and then started to move. His cock pushed deeper into her pussy as his finger pulled out of her anus. Then he thrust into her