Throne of Truth (Truth and Lies Duet #2)(72)

I bowed upward, almost coming from how good her tiny fingers were.

But it was nothing compared to her mouth.

I’d teased her in her office. I’d made her believe I’d force her to do something as intimate as blowing me. I would never have forced her to do something she didn’t want.

But now...fuck, she wanted it.

She wanted me.

She had natural talent, sliding her tongue flat and long along my shaft, sucking hard until blood pressure throbbed in the tip. Her hands drifted low to cup my balls, rolling them gently—pressing at just the right spot to make stars twinkle in my eyes and my belly tighten, ready to explode.

“No. Fuck, I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I pushed her gently. “Not yet anyway.”

Hooking my hands under her arms, I pulled her upward. We both groaned as our nakedness slid over one another. She spread her legs, straddling me, rubbing her wetness over my saliva-damp cock.

Having her so fucking close. Having the heat of her, the knowledge I could be inside her in one quick move made me lose all sense of what creature I was and turned wild.

I wanted to be inside her.

I would make it happen.

Now.

Palming her back, I pushed her forward as my hips rocked backward. The tip of me nudged inside her.

Elle sat up, pushing down, making my eyes snap shut, and my body turn into a weapon ready to fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted at the moon, at chocolate, at kisses in the park. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her half way down me. “Wait...condom.”

She arched again, hollowing her back until her breasts stood proudly and in grabbing distance. “I’m on the pill. I brought some condoms with me...just in case you wanted to use—”

I didn’t let her finish. Sitting up, I clutched her nape, dragged her mouth to mine and thrust up.

I thrust so fucking hard, she cried inside my mouth. I embraced her with one arm while my other dropped to fist her breasts.

I impaled her on me, and it was the best thing in the world. My brain short-circuited. I forgot about breathing and prison and court dates. She made me go to battle, putting me under siege as our bodies strained to dominate and claim.

The bed rocked as I speared upward.

I groaned as she sank downward.

Our rhythm perfectly synced right from the start.

Her hips moved forward and back.

Mine shot upward and down.

The combined motion made this the best sexual experience of my entire goddamn life.

Flesh on flesh.

Body on body.

It was physical, but this time, it touched something spiritual, too. Opening my eyes, I latched onto hers. The blue turned black, full of rock pools and tidal waves, making me drown in her.

I hadn’t been a monk while I’d been locked up. I’d serviced myself on regular occasions thanks to memories of that night at my place and the limo ride. But I was about to seriously embarrass myself.

After three months apart, the tremors rippling through me couldn’t be denied any longer. Sexual deprivation only made my senses extra sharp. The scent of her lust. The taste of her kisses. The heat of her pussy.

Fuck me...

I’m gonna come.

Reaching between us, I stroked Elle’s clit.

“Oh, God.” Her entire body rippled with building pressure. Violent shivers hijacked her muscles. She tried to push my hand away, but I pressed harder.

“Oh, oh...” Her face pinched into a grimace, chasing her orgasm just like I fought against mine.

My legs burned with pleasure just waiting to shoot through me. My belly locked. My spine full of electricity.

Her legs wrapped tight around my hips as I continued thrusting faster, harder, deeper.

“Come, Elle. I need you to come.”

A tortured moan trickled from her lips. Her hands landed on my shoulders, locking onto an anchor so I could take her deep into pleasure and know she could find her way back.

I felt her release in her back first.

She gasped as the first surge worked from her shoulder blades and down her spine. Her stomach tightened, her muscles trembling as the breaking orgasm fisted and milked me inside her. Her legs scissored, fighting the onslaught, but it was too late.

One wave, two waves, three, four, five. On and fucking on, she came, giving me no choice but to join her.

“Holy shit.” My climax made my eyes water. It squeezed my balls until I groaned in pain mixed with pleasure. My quads cramped. My cock spurted everything it could into the girl I would never let go.

We jolted in each other’s arms as the last dregs of our orgasms left us boneless and breathing hard.

With the softest smile, Elle curled into me, pressing kisses to my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I thought I’d loved her before that. Before she showed such vulnerability, such trust, such affection.

I was wrong.

My heart swelled until it no longer fit inside me. All the mess, the lies, the uncertainty in our future couldn’t steal how fucking happy I was with my body inside hers and her kisses forever imprinted on my soul.

Brushing my fingertips over her temples, cheeks, to her jaw, I tipped her head up so I could look at her. “I hate this. Being in here. Forced to stay away from you when I need you so damn much.”

“I know. But you’re innocent. They’ll see that soon. And then you’re coming home with me.”