Seducing Liselle (12 page)

“John?” She squirmed a little.

He kissed her forehead, then her mouth.
“
Mmmm
.”

She smiled against his lips. “Kiss me.”

He smiled back and did as she asked,
licking into her with more passion than was strictly necessary this early in
the day. When she moaned into his mouth, he decided that he didn’t care. She
panted when he ran his teeth down her jaw, but stiffened when she moved her
thigh.

“Hmmm, don’t move,” he said, placing a
hand on her stomach. She’d rolled to her back and had a little wrinkle in the
center of her forehead. Her leg and bruised arm were probably sore. “Let me do
all the work.”

“I’m never going to get to play with you,
am I?” she asked.

He laughed and kissed down her neck,
mouthing over her collarbone. She shivered and he could see that her nipples
had pebbled up beneath the t-shirt.

“It’s not a tit-for-tat thing, you know,”
he said, sliding his hand up until he could palm over her breast. She was so
soft, so sexy. He loved that she didn’t starve herself trying to be perfectly
skinny. She had curves and a little bit of a stomach. He slid the shirt up and
kissed her bellybutton.

“Why are you kissing my fat?” she
asked,
a hint of embarrassment in her voice. “I’m not twenty
anymore, no need to dwell on my belly roll.”

He grinned and bit her gently, then laved
his tongue over the spot. “I love how soft and curvy you are.” When he looked
up, she was staring down at him. Clearly she didn’t believe a word he said.
“You don’t think I’m serious?”

She rolled her eyes. “Guys don’t like
fat.”

He snorted. “You’re not fat. And please, I
think my cock likes you just fine.” He rolled away and stripped off his boxers.
“See?” He stroked himself,
then
angled closer so he
could rub the crown of his dick against her hip.
God, that
felt good.

“Jesus, John.” Her eyes had gone dark. She
watched him touch himself with deep fascination.

He smiled and stroked himself some more.
“My body likes how you look.”

She licked her lips. John groaned,
squeezing himself painfully. He wanted to put himself in her mouth and watch
her lips stretch out over his cock. He had to close his eyes for a second to
talk himself down from the edge. When he had himself back under control, he
tugged on her shirt.

“Off,” he said.

She lifted her arms and let him wrestle
the shirt off. He threw it over the side of the bed, not giving a shit where it
landed. Her full breasts bounced and he immediately latched onto one, nibbling
and sucking at her until she writhed.

“John, God. That feels so good.” She had
her hands in his hair.

He licked at her,
then
switched to the other breast. She slung her uninjured leg around his hip and
ground against him. She was so wet he could feel it through her underwear.

“Hang on,” he murmured, letting her nipple
escape his mouth. He scooted down and peeled off her panties. Her mound was
pink and sleek. He bent down and kissed her clit, teasing her with his tongue.
Her back arched off the bed. He closed his eyes and let himself go, sucking and
licking until he felt her fluttering into a climax around his tongue. When he
lifted his head, she was staring at him, eyes half-closed and dazed.

“That’s just the beginning,” he promised.

She blinked.

He had to laugh at how adorable she
looked, then groaned as she moved her leg, bumping his cock. He was so hard it
hurt.

“Come up here,” she said, hands on his
hips. She slid her palms down over his ass as he straddled her, his cock
jutting out. She urged him closer and he complied, until he was over her torso.

She licked her lips and he bit back a moan
as she pulled him closer. He fell down onto his hands as she slid a finger up
his dick.

“You’re so hot. All flushed and hard for
me,” she said, fisting him. He looked down, shuddering as her small hand jacked
him. The crown popped up through her fingers, shiny with his pre-cum.

“
Liselle
,
fuck.
Don’t stop,” he gritted out as she stopped
to play over the head. She thumbed the slit thoughtfully,
then
tilted him down, licking gently.

“I want to suck you,” she said, trying to
scoot up.

“Hell, I’m not going to argue with you if
you want to blow me.” She laughed and he helped her up, fluffing the pillows
behind her head until he could thrust into her mouth. When she was situated
just right, he gently rocked his hips, watching the tip of his erection
disappear between her pink lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed. She smiled up at him
through her lashes and he shook as she sucked, hard. He almost lost it when she
reached down to play with his balls.

“Sensitive?” she asked, letting him pop
out.

He nodded, then took her hand and urged it
down further. “Press up here,” he said, showing her the spot behind his
testicles that felt so good.

She licked him and took him in her mouth
again, simultaneously pressing up. He jerked, fucking her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, backing off. He
didn’t want to hurt her.

“For what?” she asked. She had one fist
around his dick and the other between his legs.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he managed, locking
his thighs. His hands were clenched in the sheets.

“You won’t,” she said, blue eyes luminous
in the early morning light. “I won’t let you.” She sucked him in again and he
shivered, holding himself perfectly still. That is, until she reached a finger
back and teased at his hole.

“
Liselle
, God,
what—” he broke off when she slid it into him. He wasn’t expecting that, but it
felt incredible.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

He nodded, grunting as pleasure rocketed
through him. She grinned and sucked him down while she played with his ass. Her
finger bumped against his prostate and he moaned, legs trembling He hadn’t had
anyone do this to him in a long time, but he wasn’t going to stop her. She slid
the finger in and out, and he thought she must have used her own arousal as a
lube, because there was no way she could do that so easily otherwise. The
thought of that, of her slickness spread all over him was what pushed him over
the edge. He cried out, cock jerking. He watched her eyes widen, and then she
was swallowing. The sensation of her throat working sent another wave of
pleasure through him and he ground his teeth trying not to move while he had
the most mind-blowing orgasm imaginable. When it was finally all over, he had
to unclench his fingers from his sheets. His hands ached, he’d gripped so hard.
He collapsed down next to her, exhausted. She snuggled into his shoulder.

“I like waking up like this,” he said,
kissing her head.

She laughed. “Yeah, I bet.”

He smirked, running a hand up and down her
arm. “I have to go to work soon.”

“I figured.”

He let himself drift for a few minutes,
enjoying the afterglow. When the slant of sunlight hit the dresser, he sighed.
He really needed to get moving.

“Beth is going to come by,” he said,
heaving himself out of the bed.

Liselle
blinked at him, yawning. “Beth? She knows I’m here?”

He nodded, grabbing a pair of clean jeans
from his dresser.
“Yeah.
She liked the postcards you
sent, by the way. She thought she could
come
keep you
company, especially since your ankle is still probably sore. I think you have a
mild sprain, though it doesn’t seem to be swelling.”

Liselle
grimaced. “Yeah, I twisted it getting off the bus at the last stop.
I could tell it wasn’t serious, but it hurt. I was so tired and I forgot to
eat, and then I fell asleep at the motel. The next thing I knew—”

John interrupted. “You couldn’t get up.
You were lucky the guy who owned the motel was a nice person.”

She
nodded,
eyes
sober. “I know.” She sat up suddenly, wincing when the movement jarred her arm.
“I didn’t pay him! Shit.”

John sat on the bed. “Relax. I paid him.
It’s okay.”

She stared at him. “I’ll pay you back. I
promise.”

He smiled, understanding that if he
offered to foot the bill, she would be upset. “I know. It’s okay.”

She sighed, flopping back down on the bed.
“I hate this.”

“Hey, hey, stop it. You’re messing with
the afterglow,” he teased, tweaking her nose.

She glared at his fingers, eyes crossing.
He laughed and kissed her.

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Yeah,
okay.”

“Relax. Sleep some more. I’ll bring you
some juice and a muffin. Beth isn’t coming until eleven or so.”

She smiled, eyes closed. “I could get used
to this.”

He stopped, hands on his clothes. He
wished she would get used to it. He wanted her to stay. Jesus. Wasn’t that a
fucking epiphany, right when he didn’t expect
it.
He
cleared his throat. “I could too,” he said softly.

Chapter Eight

Liselle
woke slowly, stretching carefully. She felt a lot better than she
had last
night,
or even early this morning. Her thigh
wasn’t throbbing and her arm was slightly less tender. Her ankle still hurt,
but she could walk on it if she was careful. She’d even managed to take a
shower and replace the bandage on her thigh just after John had left. The food
he’d brought her had also helped.

She rolled over, enjoying the way John’s
shirt smelled as she ducked her face into the neckline. She could have put on
her own clothes, but stealing a new shirt from him proved irresistible. From
the other side of the bed
Pitbull
gave an irritated
meow and glared at her.

“Yeah, I know, I’ll stop with the moving,”
she said, sliding a hand down his soft fur.

He gave a soft sigh and went back to
sleep.

“Hello?
Anyone home?
Or awake?”

Liselle
jerked in surprise, hissing as the sharp movement strained her sore
ankle. The cat huffed and crawled under John’s pillow.

“Beth? Is that you?” she called out,
hoping to God it was. She hadn’t even heard the door open.

“Aunt
Liselle
!
You’re upstairs? Yeah, it’s me.”

Liselle
hurriedly rolled back over and pulled the comforter up over her
bare legs just in time. Beth’s head appeared as she reached the top of the
stairs a second later.

“Hey! You look a lot better than Uncle
John said you did,” the girl said, striding over to the bed. She plunked
herself
down,
smiling so big
Liselle
wondered if it didn’t hurt her face a little.

“What’s got you so chipper?” she asked,
grinning. She couldn’t help herself. She was so happy to see her, especially
when she didn’t think she’d ever be able to again, at least not this soon. A
brief pang of worry surfaced—what if her father found her here?—but she pushed
it aside. John said it would be okay, and she really wanted to believe him.

“You’re here!” Beth bounced a little on
the bed.

Liselle
laughed. “I’m here. Your uncle took good care of me.”

Beth’s face abruptly sobered. “I can’t
believe you got hurt like that.”

Liselle
looked away. What could she say?
Your grandfather is a maniac?
Yeah, that would go over real well. “I’m okay.”

“John said I should come and cheer you
up.” Beth frowned,
then
plucked at the comforter. “My
dad hit me once.”

Liselle’s
gut clenched. “What?” Her brother had been such an asshole. She
felt a fierce sense of relief that he was dead. She refused to feel guilty for
it.

Beth shrugged. “He slapped me when I tried
to get him to leave my mom alone. They were fighting. That’s when my mom threw
him out.”

“Oh my God,”
Liselle
said, horrified. “I’m so sorry. I went to the cops more than once, you know. I
tried to get him arrested, but filing a report doesn’t really do much good.”
Suddenly, she wished he were still alive so she could smash his face in.
A lot.

Beth smiled. “It’s okay. He wasn’t around
when I was growing up. When he showed up, I was so happy. My mom was surprised,
but she seemed cool with him moving in.” She grimaced. “She said he’d left her
when she got pregnant with me and never expected him to appear out of the blue
like that.”

Liselle
pinched the bridge of her nose. “My brother was an evil, horrible
person.”