The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(65)

I grab her by the thighs and push her back against the tree. My hands slip under her wet top, grasping her firm tits. She leans her face in and sucks my earlobe into her warm mouth, and my cock throbs painfully as it strains against my jeans. I turn us and lower her feet to the ground gently.

Grabbing her wet top, I pull it over her head, leaving her in nothing but her white lacybra. She looks so innocent in it, so I leave it. She grabs the hem of my shirt and tears it off my head, her arms shaky, movements rushed. I grab her by the wrist and pull her close to me.

“Don’t rush,” I demand.

She blinks, the raindrops weaving through the vines of the tree, planting themselves on her freckled skin. Her hands fumble with my jeans, and she shoves them down. My dick springs free, and I moan with relief. I undo my boots and kick my jeans off the rest of the way.

Cherry lies on her back on the ground, and her chest rises as she takes a large breath. I crawl on all fours over to her and hover over her, right in her line of sight.

My hand slips up her soft thigh, the pads of my fingers soaking up the raindrops. The feel of her silky skin against my palm nearly makes me blow my load. I undo her shorts and find her white lacy thong under it. I swipe my index and middle finger along the thin fabric and pull the dainty material down her legs.

Pushing her knees open, her wet, pink * is ready and waiting for me. I thumb her clit, and she bucks against my touch. A sly smirk crosses my face at how well her body responds to me. Leaning down, I kiss her clit, suck it into my mouth, and then nip it hard. She moans and squirms her hips along my face. The taste of her is sweet with a tone of musk. I love it. I could eat her * all day. The swirl of her hips as she rides my face is something I’d never get used to.

I push myself up and plant a kiss right above the apex of her thighs. Grabbing her hips, I flip her onto her knees, and she catches herself before she face-plants right into the green grass. Having her on all fours is f*cking exotic. I rub my palm along her right ass cheek, my fingers nearly touching her wetness, teasing her. She flips her head back, her hair splaying across her back.

“Jesus, Cherry,” I mutter, caressing the skin of her back with one hand and her ass with the other. “That day I picked you up from the side of the road, I never intended on letting you go.”

She turns her head, her mouth pouty and eyes heavy. I can’t help it; I grit my teeth and smack her ass. She lolls her head back and moans, “Yes!”

“Don’t you ever leave,” I mutter, rubbing the red handprint staining her skin. “Do you hear me? You’re mine; you can’t escape me.” She doesn’t reply, so I slap it again.

“I won’t,” she moans. I grab the base of my dick and position it right along her wetness. Swiping the head of my cock back and forth through her lips, jolts of pleasure pulse through it with the simple contact. I can’t take the torture any longer, so I push the head in and her back lifts as I fill her tight cunt.

I close my eyes and relish in the feel of her warm, tight *. It’s like I’ve never felt her before, like it’s our first time together. Maybe it is; now that we don’t have burdens breathing in our ear, we’re free to feel and do as we please.

Thrusting into her hard, she moans loudly. The storm thunders all around us, and I drive my hips into her once more. I notice her fingers dig into the grass and her body trembles with pleasure. I lean over her, my chest on her back, and grab both of the damp cups of her bra as I pound into her over and over. Pressure builds in my balls, and my cock is as hard as it gets. She moans, pants, and growls, sounding like a f*cking animal as I give her everything I got. I give her Phillip f*cking DeLuca.

“Oh, my God, Lip!” she shouts, but nobody can hear her screams of pleasure, so I don’t let up.

My knees slip on the wet grass, and my toes anchor themselves into the dirt beneath. I nip on her back before kissing it softly. I slip my hand up her chest and onto the base of her neck.

Her legs open up and her * becomes wetter—she’s getting close. As I reach around her hips, swirling her clit, her sex clamps down on my dick and I can’t hold back anymore. My knees give out and I fall on top of her, causing her hands and knees to collapse. I thrust into her a few more times as I reach the end of my release.

Realizing I might be crushing her, I roll over and look up at the tree’s vines.

“Oh. My. God.” She pants between each word. I just nod, out of breath.

She rolls over and I watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her hands and knees are grass-stained, her skin flushed from coming. She rolls over onto her stomach, her red ass glowing amongst her soft skin.

“The storm passed,” she says, pointing to the sky. I look out into the distance and see the sun splitting behind the dark clouds. Sitting up, I grab my briefs.

“We’d better get back. They’ll be looking for us.”

Her head hangs. I can tell she’s over-thinking something.

“What?” I ask, pulling on my clothes.

She shakes her head and sits up. “What does this mean?”

I bite at my lip ring, unsure. I know she means us having sex. What does it mean for us? Where do we stand?

“I’m not sure.” It’s the truth.

She gives me a pained look; I hurt her feelings again. What did she want me to say, that we’re a happily-ever-after couple? It would be a lie.

“Look, I could lie to you, tell you what you want to hear. I don’t know where we stand, but I know I want to move forward with you, Cherry. Lies breed resentment, and we’ll be right back where we were.”