Bridled and Branded (6 page)

When Blaine’s cock stretched forward, the tiny veins outlined the pressure in his erection. Lynlee dropped her mouth over the whole darn shaft and moaned out like sucking his cock was the most divine thing she’d ever had the pleasure of doing.

In truth? It was.

She’d been stir-crazy about him since they were kids, and giving him a blowjob was her pleasure, all hers. But soon he would find plenty in his.

“Holy sweet honey,” he whispered, his palms going to the tile wall. “You’ve obviously done this once, maybe more.”

He might have wanted a reply, but he wouldn’t get one. She locked her jaws around him and sucked. The games were over.

She didn’t pull him all the way in, but his cock already tapped at her throat. His penis swelled between her cheeks, and she devoured him, taking the sweetest advantage of time as she rose and fell over his dick, working her tongue around him like licking a Popsicle right off its stick.

“Shit, Lynlee. I’m going to come.”

“That’s the idea,” she whispered, pausing at the tip once more.

She placed her hands on his hips and refused to leave him, deliberately working her mouth over him and making sure he fully understood a woman’s intentions. Hers were naughty to a fault.

If he came, he’d come in her mouth. She longed to taste him and wanted to convince him of the pleasure her determination would bring.

He moved in and out of her mouth with a faster gait, and she couldn’t resist watching. She glanced up and witnessed the change, his expression of pure pleasure drawing tighter.

His head pressed against the wall, and the delicious grin shaping his mouth provoked an inner debate. She wanted to kiss him then but remained on her knees. Letting him orally fuck her ranked as a good second to the kiss she wouldn’t miss.

“Ah, baby,” he said, grinding against her. “Ah, yeah, let me fuck your mouth, darlin’.”

She tapped his balls and slowed down her progression, making it impossible for him to set the pace. She knew all along the suction would pull for a venomous release, the kind guaranteed to poison her with a brand new Blaine addiction.

“Shit!” His head snapped down all at once. His eyes had a beautiful shimmer to them, and he watched her as he filled her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed his release.

The salty taste of cum ran down her throat, and he tried to back away. She refused to let him go. Holding the base, she sucked and sucked, relishing in the power she had over him, if only for a moment.

“Good Lord, Lynlee,” he choked out, staring into her eyes as she massaged a cock that should’ve been flaccid and spent.

 
He sighed. “It’s not going down that easy.”

“I didn’t think so, either.”

He reached for her then and brought her against him, looping his arms around her waist and holding her close. “God, you feel so good,” he told her. “I can’t wait to have these in my mouth.”

He reached between their bodies and pinched her nipple. Gently, he rolled the point between his forefinger and thumb, and she jerked with the friction. “Easy, baby, let me give you something to scream about.”

* * * *

He might fuck her awhile. A day or two, if he wanted to imagine himself in Superman blues and mightier than most men, but in truth, something else inspired the thought. He had never met a more beautiful woman than Lynlee Lewis.

No one ever made him feel so vulnerable, and after what he’d witnessed earlier, he knew why. He was going to love Lynlee for the rest of his natural life.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, carrying her from the bathroom to the bed.

“Sort of,” she admitted. “But not for the reasons you might think.”

“You still want me to think you aren’t a virgin, huh?”

“You surely don’t think a virgin could give you that kind of blowjob do you?”

Blaine grinned. Ah, what the hell, he thought. Just because she gave great head didn’t exempt her from his deviling. “What was so great about that blowjob?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Blaine released her, placing her in the center of the tiny bed. He might explode if he didn’t quit looking at her. He wanted to make this moment special, but in truth, Blaine didn’t know where or how to start. He’d fantasized about this first time with Lynlee since he was a boy, and now here he was—a man—ready to make all of his dreams, and hopefully hers, come true.

“I didn’t want to be rude and seem ungrateful,” he finally said.

“Is that right?”

“What do you think?”

She rose to her knees, and he watched the mischief claim her again. He took a breath, the only one he had left since she stole away with the next one, and the one following behind it.

“I want you to kiss me,” she told him.

“You do?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching for him.

He knelt on the mattress, brought her into his arms, and they fell against the soft down comforter. Giggling, she said, “Do we have to lie down to kiss?”

“You’d better believe it,” he replied with the only warning she’d receive. “Because after I kiss your sweet mouth, I’m heading lower.”

Without a protest, her lips parted, and he kissed her. She had a bittersweet taste. His release still coated her tongue, right along with the sweet taste of berries and cream, a blend of the cocktail she must’ve had at the party.

His tongue whipped inside her mouth, and what started out as a simple introductory kiss turned ravenous in a split second. His mouth opened, and he moaned softly against her jaw as he settled between her legs and looked down on her, seeing the expectancy lurking behind the mysterious woman who forever kept him guessing.

He wanted to tell her this moment truly meant something to him, but he hesitated instead, watching her eyes widen as he moved against her. His cock dangled at her hip while his thumb caressed her bottom lip.

“Lynlee, I—”

“You what?” she asked.

“I—”

“You?”

Wished she’d shut up long enough for him to tell her what he really wanted to say. If he was robbing her of her virginity, taking something he wanted to believe she’d left intact, boxed up neatly like a prize, then he wanted to tell her how much he appreciated her self-control and how important she was to him. He wanted her to know her effort, if saving herself had been one, wasn’t all in vain.

“I want to make love to you,” he said, kissing her chest and finding the first of many Lynlee pleasures. His tongue swirled around her tightly drawn bead, and he sucked on her nipple while his hands careened up and down her sides.

Damn it to hell, he was nervous. His sticky palms didn’t slide over her soft skin like he’d hoped, and he felt a sweltering heat glazing his flesh. Beads of sweat gathered on his chest while he grazed on her body, licking a path from one breast to the next, dropping his head to her flat belly and cruising lower, taking his time. And it was darn near killing him.

Her legs parted. He smoothed his hands over her hips and thighs, reaching under her and drawing her forward. His lips covered her folds, and he drew them just inside his mouth until he tasted her arousal, understood her need more with the flavor of her essence filling his senses.

“Blaine,” she whimpered while slender fingers ran through his hair.

He saw the pleasure washing away her fear, stamping a bit of uncertainty on her pretty cheeks, adding a beautiful gloss to her perfect skin. Damp curls tickled his nose, and he licked his way into her passage, taking his time to sip at her
pure
juices.

He wanted to drown in her heat and stay there until he could ride the waves of pleasure, rolling gently in to claim her. Again, he swiped. This time, he looked into her hooded eyes and wondered if he could lay claim to her there, while he was saturating her sex with his greedy mouth.

Instead, he rose over her. As much as he’d like for her to climax against his tongue, he needed something more than her pretty little pussy pushing against his chin. He still wanted more intimacy, something he knew she’d never had before.

He wasn’t wasting a second. It was time to claim her.

Chapter Eight

Lynlee had known Blaine wouldn’t stay between her legs long. For years they’d tried to pretend that they could take each other or leave one another, but after coming this far, the truth reared its ugly head. They had a strong chemistry and the kind of connection that couldn’t go unnoticed or unfed.

She lost herself in Blaine’s pale emerald eyes. He moved closer. She was so mesmerized by the sultry way he approached her that she barely noticed when he sheathed himself. Once she saw the foil package, she decided he took too much time rolling a condom over his erection.

The weight of his cock pressed against her entrance, and she gasped. “I’ve always loved you,” she blurted out, regretting the timing of her confession and wondering if he’d run now or right after he fucked her.

“I love you, too, Lynlee,” he admitted, shocking her with the words she’d longed to hear and dropping his mouth over hers as if the only thing that mattered now was sealing the deal.

While Blaine kissed her, his hands framed her face, and he made love to her mouth, slow and easy. His tongue inched between her lips while the tip of his dick impaled her.

Lynlee expected some measure of pain, but the ache didn’t come. Instead, a flood of pleasure spiraled through her, and her body accommodated the intrusion with an eagerness she never expected, milking his cock as if by reflex alone.

“Ah, Lynlee,” he breathed against her mouth, kissing and nipping while steadily pushing inside her in what seemed like a half-inch at a time. “I’ll never hurt you,” he promised.

She looped her arms around his neck and held him. Their mouths opened and closed as their bodies slapped together with a lover’s dance and song. And she was wrought with pleasure in spite of Blaine’s apparent determination to make their moment last forever.

Her body welcomed him. She was wet with lust, longing to feel him pounding inside her and claiming his lone right to exist within her slick channel.

“Blaine, show me how to love you,” she said softly, unafraid all of a sudden, to let him see the woman she didn’t know how to be and eager to let him take the lead and teach her.

He moved between her legs and dropped his head to her breast, nuzzling her as he stroked. He took his own sweet time moving her toward the orgasm she imagined wouldn’t compare to those she’d brought herself in the depths of many dark and lonely nights.

“Easy, love,” he said, moving a tad faster. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

Hurt her? Could anyone else make her feel so special or so loved? And at the same time, she’d never known desire came with such a burning heat.

“Make me yours, Blaine,” she told him, offering her cheek when he tried to kiss her again.

“Ah, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Don’t you know?”

She closed her eyes. Yes, she knew. She’d always known. She was Blaine McCain’s woman. No one else could make her feel this way.

Their fingers entwined and he pushed her arms high above their heads. “Look, Lynlee.”

Insisting on the eroticism of the act, Blaine watched her as she stared down the length of their bodies. While he moved into her faster, he also withdrew enough for her to see the moisture coating his shaft, clinging to his protection.

“I want you to remember.”

“I’ll remember.” On her oath, her body rippled with the first of several orgasms.

He followed along stroke for stroke. And he never changed his pace or moved his gaze away from their bodies joining together as one.
 

* * * *

About four o’clock in the morning, Blaine awoke to a strange feeling. Someone was watching them. He shouldn’t have been alarmed. He anticipated Rhett’s rude interruption.

“Don’t you believe in knocking?” Blaine asked, drawing Lynlee against him.

Rhett frowned. “Don’t you believe in sharing?”

Blaine grinned. “You missed out on some mighty fine lovin’.”

Lynlee stirred, and Blaine drew the coverlet over her body, tucking the soft cotton sheet under her chin. “It’s Rhett,” he explained, kissing her forehead.

“I know,” she said dreamily, draping her arm over Blaine’s middle.

Rhett looked all too happy to hear her remark. Had she counted on Rhett joining them? Blaine wondered.

Then again, he wasn’t stupid. The circuit wasn’t one to shine its favor on his behavior, and rumors traveled fast. Lynlee must’ve been like every other woman around there. She probably understood what he liked, wanted, and perhaps even expected.

Only, he never anticipated her willingness to participate in a ménage encounter, at least not so soon after her first time. He’d thought he might mention it to her at some point and see if she found the idea despicable or if she’d consider a sharing concept, not that he’d always drag someone into bed with them. There would be times he wouldn’t mind if Rhett joined them and other situations when he’d want to keep her all to himself.

Blaine wanted to bring her pleasure. Having been pleasured by two women at one time, as well as assisting Rhett in bringing plenty of women true ecstasy, he realized what they could do together trumped anything she’d enjoy one-on-one.