Page 36 of Hell of a Mess

Thirty-Two

Luther

Bypassing the front door, I went around to the kitchen entrance.

Fucker didn’t have a camera there. At least not one that was working.

I’d had it disarmed. Pressing in his code, I listened for the lock to click, then turned the knob and stepped inside.

The only cameras I could shut off were the kitchen ones.

If I’d shut everything down, he’d have noticed.

He’d notice these, too, if left off too long.

Right now, however, Mal was busy. He’d left Lace alone at home for the afternoon while he went with Fender to look at a horse he wanted to surprise her with and I was going to take advantage of it.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I sent a text to Lace and then grinned, thinking about her face when she walked in here to find me. Last night had pushed me over any line I might have been attempting to respect. I was done trying. It wasn’t me. This was me.

I heard the softest footsteps as they neared, and anticipation at having her alone made my cock thicken. She’d been so fucking precious on the phone last night. Horny and sweet. It was a combination I hadn’t known I needed in life. But it was heady, and I wanted more.

She froze, and her eyes went wide when she appeared in the doorway.

Grinning, I studied her. A yellow sundress that hit at her knees. Nice and respectable. Damn, that just made my cock harder.

“Not gonna say hello?” I asked.

Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip as her eyes lit up, like they always did at the sight of me.

“Hello,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in here.”

I shrugged. “I sent you a text to go to the kitchen.”

She nodded and smiled shyly. That just made me want to bend her over the table and flip that damn dress up.

“I thought you were going to convince me to eat something.”

I smirked. “I’m gonna do that too. But after.”

“After?”

I crooked my finger at her and watched as she walked toward me like the good girl she was.

Her dark hair was down and partially draped over a shoulder.

Her plump lips were free of any lipstick or gloss.

The dark circles were still under her eyes, but they weren’t as severe today.

Perhaps the orgasm she’d had last night helped her rest easier.

When she stopped in front of me, I ran the tip of my finger down her bare arm and watched as goose bumps covered her skin.

“So soft,” I murmured, continuing my trail back up and then over her collarbone before dipping down into her cleavage.

Her tight little nipples poked through the fabric, and I tugged the front of the sundress down, baring them. Perfect, perky globes bounced free.

“Oh,” she gasped, her eyes staring up at me with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Prettiest damn titties I’ve ever seen,” I told her before rolling one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then squeezing until she sucked in a sharp breath. “Did that hurt?” I asked, palming her breast, which was more than a handful, and kneading it.

“A little,” she admitted.

“Mmm, I want to make you feel good, but I want to make it hurt a little too,” I told her, thinking about her round ass with my handprint on it.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I lifted my gaze from her tits to her face. “Have you ever had your pussy kissed?” Because I was about to fucking make her forget every man who had touched her before me.

“I-I haven’t even had my mouth kissed,” she whispered.

My hand stopped fondling her tit as my gaze narrowed. “What?” I asked, not sure I was understanding her correctly.

There was no fucking way.

I knew her fiancé had been into men, but before him…

She was twenty-nine years old. There had to have been someone.

“I…I’ve not, um…there was no one. I mean, I never was alone with anyone, or I didn’t have relationships,” she stammered as her cheeks turned a darker red with each word.

“No one? Nothing? You’re a complete virgin?” I asked, unable to mask my shock.

She nodded as her eyes began to well with tears. Jesus Christ, I was not the man for this. She was one hundred percent innocent, and I was…I was a corrupt, debased outlaw.

“I’m sorry,” she said as a tear began to roll down her cheek.

The sight of her crying snapped the small thread of sanity I had been holding on to with this woman. Reaching up, I brushed it away.

“Don’t be sorry,” I told her.

“I want to do all those things you said,” she told me as her eyes pleaded.

Damn, I was fucked. I couldn’t stand to see her cry or hear her sweet voice tell me she wanted me, but I’d be her first at everything. She was already attached to me. Needed me. This would take it to another level. She’d become clingy…

My cock jerked at the thought of her needing me for sexual pleasure. I’d never wanted a woman to get clingy, and the ones who had tried, I’d cut off completely.

But they didn’t have ocean eyes that seemed to lock me in and hold me.

Had I ever been with a virgin? No. I was pretty damn sure I’d never fucked a virgin. I’d lost my virginity to a girl five years older than me when I was fourteen. It was older women until I turned twenty-two, and then I’d started going younger. But never virgins.

I was caressing her cheek as she stood there quietly.

Taking a step closer to her, I cupped her face with both hands, and my gaze drifted over her perfect, delicate features until it came to her mouth. I’d not imagined kissing it. Kissing wasn’t something I did. It was intimate, and I just fucked. I didn’t do the sweet shit.

I heard her swift intake of air as I lowered my head.

A smile curled the corners of my mouth. The soft satin of her lips brushed against mine, and I flicked my tongue out to taste hers.

The touch had her parting her lips, and I took the invitation, moving a hand to the back of her head and sinking my fingers into her hair as I dived in.

Honey. She fucking tasted like honey.

I licked at her tongue, and she eagerly met mine while pressing her tits against my chest, as if she couldn’t get close enough to me. I’d never understood kissing. I’d thought it was a waste of time. But like everything with Lace, it was intoxicating.

I started to pick her up and remembered her ribs. Fuck, I wanted her on my lap. Breaking the kiss, I grabbed the chair closest to me and pulled it out, then sat down in it.

She stood there, panting, with her tits still on display and a dazed look in her eyes.

I held out my hand. “Straddle me,” I told her, and she did so without hesitation.

I pulled her dress up as she went to sit, then took her thighs and slid her as close as she could get. To where her pussy sat directly on my cock.

“AH!” she cried out, grabbing my biceps when the hardness rubbed against her clit.

“I want more of that mouth,” I told her as I slid my fingers back into her hair and pulled her mouth to meet mine.

With my other hand, I squeezed and played with one of her breasts while she met every thrust of my tongue with eagerness. I bit down lightly on her bottom lip.

“Rock on my dick,” I instructed. “Rub your pussy on the bulge.”

A low moan of pleasure came from her as her hand fisted the sleeve of my shirt. As much as I wanted her doing this with no barrier, I knew she needed a few orgasms before I shoved my cock inside her tight virgin hole.

“That’s it,” I said against her lips. “Rub that needy pussy.”

“Oh,” she breathed, tearing her lips off mine and staring at me with her mouth open. She was close.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

Her expression looked panicked. She was about to come.

“I’m gonna let you come, sugar. It’s just gonna be on my face.”

She moved then, sliding off my lap quickly. I hid my grin and stood up, then took her hand and turned her around until her back was to the table.

“Hop up on it and lie back.”

That caused her to pause. “On…on the table?”

“On the table. It’s where you eat, and I’m about to eat you.”

Desire flamed brighter in her eyes as her chest rose and fell rapidly. She tried to pull up her skirt with one hand, and I went to do it for her.

“Will it hurt if I lift you?” I asked her.

She shook her head, and I slid one hand under her armpit and slid the other just below her ass, not wanting to grab her ribs.

She was so damn light that I could have done it with one hand.

Once she was up there, I took the bottom of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, then tossed it aside.

I’d seen most of her naked before, but not like this. The wrapping was off her ribs now, and the bruising was fading away. There was just a faint yellow left behind.

Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and took it from her.

“Lie back,” I told her.

I helped ease her back so that she didn’t have to use her cast for support. Her panties were a tiny scrap of pink lace. Part of me wanted to rip them off, but the other part wanted to keep them. I wasn’t one to save mementos, but like everything else with Lace, I was different. I wanted these.

As I pulled them down her thighs, she trembled. My eyes lifted to meet hers, and a soft smile touched her lips. My chest constricted. She had no idea how powerful she was.

I stuffed her panties into my back pocket. “Just like you did for me last night, open your thighs.”

She slowly began to spread them, and I ran my hands down the insides. Her bare pink pussy was now on display. The wetness glistening on it made my cock press uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans.

Easy, fella. She’s not ready for you yet.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lowered my head and watched her face as I took my first long lick from her tight opening to the swollen nub of her clit.

“OH GOD,” she cried out as pleasure contorted her face.

That was what I wanted to see. I repeated the move, and she whimpered. Then I teased her clit, circling it with my tongue. When I pulled it into my mouth to suck, she let out a strangled sound, and her body shuddered. That had been fast.